Project 822 ended in a sort of biblical fit. Over the last few weeks, the poems have been becoming steadily darker and more self-aware, starting to see the writing of 822 (at its best) as ultimately a sort of new personal bible, with self-made Christs and Anti-Christs, leading up to an inevitable "end time": the last group of poems. And that's how it played out. The last few (817-821) were downright apocalyptic. All of the pseudo-biblical concepts I'd been stirring around seemed to make sense for a brief period of time, and it all led up to the "grand finale".
Whatever 822 is, it is out. There wasn't much of a resolve or catharsis, but