Wednesday, September 17, 2014
a message breath robed in Oak, a story for thine cloak
Unperfunctorial glimpses (in apricot oil? sun oranges?)
bedeckt by altruistic insomnity, perhaps winding and wreathed
might retell scheduling chance tales. I dreamt I wrote
your name in my left handed script amidst an array
of gorgonzola english, also three encounters with butterflies,
a blue morpho on my face, a tiny white one fluttering by,
and a flock of electrical violet ones. Of others and evers
and nevers and elses I concoct emulacras of permanence,
in a sea of transience, in the hopes one might splash
mindlong into deep elsetime, marked by geologic chronologues,
stratigraphies, karst, a recent transfiguration of the
climate calmly passes beyond simple comprehensibility
into the immediately ineffable. Aches and moments and
affinities and augur’d proximities do crash in frothy
complexity. (aside: the ancient soothsayer said the
apropos word is ‘uharo’, better than trying to fit
into one of two categories, where a third one glosses
less worry). Sparks and slips and preforespake of
unsundered continuity and congruence amidst signal
to noise ratios might blur mine juggler’s frets (though I am
unstring’d), but the birdsong is a simpler telegraph.
Specifics intrigue: a fire ignited by joy? Why comport
thyself to an airy zone? Nary, even my common unique
station is wrackt by unstable arrangements and confused
phonemes, but by such art persistence beckons, and such queries
have no urgency besides the filigrees of native curiosity.
I dreamt of gulfs, shores, jetties, flowing rainbow rivers,
etherfroth and quintessencefoam filtered through with
encrypterosaurs of Planck fluctuations ensconced by thine succor, and
I found myself nourished. Though my docket vexeth, scattered
gluons ferry arterial lightning and by-and-by borrowed moments
earning interest and birefringent trividends upon a glittering
silk cantilever vanishing prior to the horizon. Fine rivulets
of language alliterated along like the lightning, and in them
I heard woven fabrics our home context offering safety, so if mine
attention was fractious, I duly offer further spoons.
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