Satan, at the dead centre of the universe. Satan, frozen, at the dead point of the turning world.
The weight of the whole cosmos compressing him.
Satan’s immobility. The opposite of the freedom of angels. Satan’s hatred. The opposite of God’s love.
Satan, encased in the frozen waters. In the opposite of the life-giving waters of baptism.
One tenth of the angels fell in fucking ruin.
Satan’s cold. Satan’s nothingness permeating all things. Seeping out.
Satan’s heaviness. Satan’s gravity. The opposite of the light, the spirit of God.
Satan’s bat-wings, beating the frozen air in vain. Stirring up cold winds.
Satan’s three hideous mouths. Continuously chewing on traitors.
Satan, continuously weeping tears of frustrated rage.
So did Satan fall to earth in Newcastle?
And the Organisational Management campus was built on top of the crevasse.
Work in Progress 