a vast image out of spiritus mundi
maybe this is what’s at the backs of our minds --
some vast image, some supernatural notion
welling up at last in the collective unconscious --
a demon spawned in underground rivers
of lava and arsenic and radiation, earth blood
bubbling at impossible temperatures, taking on
insane weight and intention, and rising now
like a vengeful golem created to collect on our
massive debts. certainly, some of us are waiting
for this reckoning to arrive; some of us suspect an
incredible bill has come due, and the gods we raised
will refuse to save us, and (in short) we are
screwed. no prayers, no words, no magic will suffice.
this is how ou world will end: not in ice but in fire.
