Nebulous stanchions, expansions and contractions, heart-sighs and starbeams,
Heart-speared and swooning, stuck with arrow and moonspear.
Here now, inhaling and exhaling, drifting through starfields, on peak and precipice,
On mountain-top to overlook,
Dense expanses of limitless space, immensities and prodigies,
dark, compacted infinity.
Fiery nebulas, stellar implosions, the spiralling of vast orbs, flaring comets…
Shivering in dark valleys while lights tremble, twist and spiral like smoke in a sunbeam.
Expansion, outreaching,
Space, the star forest, fluid light moving through heavy darkness
Breathing, heart-bud opening,
Skin peeled back, naked nerves flare and tremble, church with no roof but the sky.
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Crows circling the seminary,
Starbeams and snowflakes, a thousand tiny deaths.
Expirations.
Light which is white and cold. Quite pitiless.
A brilliant fire burning with a cold light.
Circuitry. Symmetry. Cemetery.
Solitary.
In thick, dark night
Crepuscular mountain, crabbed and sinewy, with trees, hunched in the rocky scree, with no fruit in the branches but crows.
Dwarfed, limbs tormented, knotted, twisted and deformed, forced into contortions, underwind, clinging to rockface. A strength born under duress.
Willows stroke your face
Light pours through the holes in the skull.
Lust-led, and possessed
Borne along on swollen rivers
On floodwaters carried, half-conscious, fearful and exultant, trusting and not trusting,
Blind tarantula
Sharkhead nebula
Copper canal. Copper sky. Dead conduit.
Copper conduit under dead sky.
Empty,
Minded cosmos
Grandiloquent and casually dishonest.
Torpid purgatory
Blank fathoms. Compressed air.
A thick and suffocating silence.
A feeling that gravity had increased, the limbs felt heavier, the body fatigued, the nerves leaden. A smaller store of energy from which to draw. Air like sawdust.
Men grown pinched and distrustful. Guarded.
A coded language of intimation and suggestion,
The insult, the taunt or threat, the expression of contempt and disgust, the dismissal, disapproval, censure, hate,
Coded into small talk, a subtext of hidden meanings, the id of any conversation
Cruel, barbed and violent, hissing and scratching beneath the surface of polite conversation.
Paranoia tunnels. Doubt tunnels. Cave complexes of fears and social anxieties.
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Emeraldine meadows, and streams bell-like
Woozy pastures, hills and scything valleys, grass squirming beneath bare feet, courting butterflys and birdsong, cicadas, the soft breathing of woods and meadows.
Perfect summers. Lolling daydreams in haystack shadows. Warm, shimmering Arcadys.
In faultless love, lamb-like, gambolling on summer pastures, trysts in fields vivid with sunlight and wildflower, playful kisses under shady oak and a race to crest the green hill.
Happyville! We made it!
And down the hill walk to Happyville, hand in hand, through streets in early evening.
The sun setting, the shops shutting and the cats purring on the porches.
Gentle evening. One evening in Happyville. We can never return here/
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Time, a trickle of treacle.
Eye in the hand.
Lights in the sky
Ascend!
Blood of the saints!
Toenails and beard clippings. Earwax and phlegm.
Win them all! Relics of the Holy Saints! Most revered and Sacrified!
A millstream. Tombola. Old women in coloured tights. Ginger cake and currant buns.
Betwixt hell and heaven, not deserving of either.
Church like a dog, threatening, with shoulder squared.
cobweb of shadows on white stone portico.
Strange attractor, broiling sea
Grotto of expansions and contractions.
Fleshpot. Bilious vice.
A stormer of fortresses. Dark-centered explosions.
Lust led him by the nose, an accomplice, and willing too
Aiding and abetting.
Adrift on a strange ocean. Or pond in municipal park.
Swamp of illusions. Fervid hopes and fears both, casting strange figures against the sky.
Arabesques and curlicles. Minatory engines. Sound of thunder and angels.
Impossible promises
Spinning madalas. The opening lotus. Peacock. Eagle. Owl.
Flowering turbines. Wheels turning. A-spin. Horrifying wheel.
A-turning.
Rolling pitilessly.
A traitors meeting in the pine forest. Where moss muffles the footfalls and the treetops blot out the moon.
A fox wriggles out into the night, den beneath a gravestone.
coral. minarets. smog.
Don’t betray the desire.
Here, the great dining hall.
Hall of cobwebs and dim chandeliers.
Banquets of medlars, snuff and wax fruit. A ghost sits silently in the corner.
A cold wind stumbles through the room like a drunk, knocking objects from the table, disturbing the bats.
Fog rises in the dining hall. Silver, moonlike in the fog.
The mounted head of a stag looks out over the fog. Two glass eyes.
Two mice, giddy with love, run and leap across the floors, skidding on marble, tiny paws on marble floors, scrabbling for grip.
And furniture burns in the fireplace. Things are not as they were.
Fire on Moon Beach. Orange star-embers fading on black sand sky.
Unattainable.
Blind swarming terror.
Keening ice. The sound of icebergs clashing and splintering.
A descent into polar caverns. Pillars, bridges and arches of ice. Lifeless, unable to support life.
Floating, a frozen music, ice chimes and polar winds, grief of great beauty, aching, beauties which do not belong to us, music not for our ears. Beauty of eternities and the communications of stars, migrating winds, glaciers and of all those who die too young.
Trains of Bedouins.
Begone!
Legal secretaries in pencil skirts.
Ice age, Venerable Icybeard.
Heart- stone entangled by ivy, like a gravestone.
Frost in his beard and eyelashes.
Contraction. Indwelling, gathering inwards.
Tiny point of light. Ball of impossibly concentrated matter. Atom containing all potentialities. All possibilities. World-seed. Progenitor of all things.
The earth’s core. Centre from which all path radiate.
A fruitful silence.
Twinkling streets. Dusky. Heartsore.
Walk, through the noise of traffic and drunkenness, in a tunnel of silence.
Lights twinkle.
posted by Luke 4:02 PM