A Short, Simple Note to Harlan Ellison

Dear Harlan
Stop fucking around
Write it
Publish it

And never call yourself a Jew
if you are going to keep calling yourself an atheist
Because to be a Jew
is to be
one of the chosen
and Harlan
if there is no-one choosing
then
there is no observer
and if there is no observer
what meaning does any rule or law have
how can the wave function collapse
the question of origin
isn't just another question
just like fluffy little clouds isn't just music or dancing
it's trance

Harlan
Write the fucking book
and make sure
that you get it published
because before you die
I want to read it
and know
that it was in you all along

Harlan I have the same dream
but in mine the teeth eat and feed
and the grotesque is consumed its bones cracked
the marrow sweet
the danger formed in the fabric of the night
forged in light
and nothing but a soft subtle reminder
no need to bathe in the monstrous
the power of our mind
connects the dots
to something greater

Go
Now
There isn't much time

Death will come soon
clear eyed
we are your readers
we are serita

we have seen the branch
give us root