@d-pend|
I stir; I go to rise — age is on me like a silk slip. The air grows heavy with humidity's burden. Night's up-creeping goes unnoticed in fixation on luminous screens; rich amber pours in the windows unseen, pearling its amorous fingers through rickety blinds. Now is midnight coming, with a sickle of diamond flashing absurd facets in the crescent-dim sky.
Artificial stars bloom overhead and reveal the ubiquitous intricate pocks of cheap paint slapped on hastily erected walls. The incandescent rays, too, pour down to sink into the greyed lawn of carpet, across which half-clean clothes, crinkled plastic, assorted abandoned documents, writing utensils, empty plates with food residue, well-used books, flecks of dried leaves, grass, and bits of dirt and hair are strewn haphazardly. Symbols embossed on glass turn the color of the kaleidescoping environs through which invisible hands have carried them and forgotten they were carrying anything — places stretch out telescopic, adorned by wan faces expressionless, as if carved of wax or whittled of wood. In the beginning was the in the beginning was the soul of the form — opacities intersperse themselves in my irises, collapsing obstructing refracting unbearable light.
Sun goes down to boil the edge of evergenerated tide with moonmirror's hand-lens; hourglass clouds melt into silt aurora and fall into the horizon without ever moving. This approximated by a solitary painter: idle mind, a hermit leaving fantasy landscapes and portraits of people equally unreal, equally insubstantial, conjured of a sort of luminous fog cascading down to bounce on the surface of the sea along to mark the path of its own purposeless meandering.
*
Transparencies flee from the pike and the dagger and the mace of the mind. The worldvessel has shifted its ectoplasmic sails. I swivel in its maritime direction. I have put on dryadic robes of bark; my flesh melts into phloem. Slowly inflating, my innards shift and become accommodations in anticipation of sailers to-come. A crowd of self embarks. Would-be engineers imprisoned in the brig of the pursuer's hull feverishly rack their brains to access the destined invention that marries saltpetre, sulfur, charchoal and steel. Discovery is remembering. Asiatic flowers of fire cartwheel their mutating forms across nightmares of gunpowder and lightning. Delirium the eyeglasses of ephemeral sacred geometry.
In the beginning was the fire of the form — seed of light in the cosmic womb; dragons of volcanic metals writhe in a pubescent planet's veins. All these ideas, these pyrotechnic thoughtforms burst forth insectoid and soar in an atmosphere made of the respiratory emanations of the ones that came before — that lived thrived half-succeeded and died. From transparency to density, from density to translucency; from translucency to fragility; from senescent fragility to immortal dust — all things grow, all things cooperate and clash with invincibilities — including strewn transparencies that populate the world.
.
.
.
.
.
words and images by @d-pend
created for HIVE on August 14, 2020.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
