Very soulful piece, and I find it draws me in. The sure, velvety language
is wonderful. Gracias!
i.
>
> Obsolete medium for mythical great squid.
> Polyp flicks hard about in inky depths.
> Glam racket resonates from vast abyss.
>
> I dreamt the first line as "a vast,
> terrible abyss", knowing that this would be
> for you, and that it had to start somewhere.
>
> And that you wrote so lightly, *de profundis*,
> and that we cannot go down lightly there.
>
> ii.
>
> Spectropoetic versus rectilinear.
> Weird angles on things. Ghosting on the set.
> Mantelpiece trophies conduits for breakdown.
>
> We find ourselves *in medias res* - *near-total
> ignorance...as to what is going on* -
> play-acting as detectives, psychic sleuths
>
> tracing fused circuitry, time-bending loops:
> the *unmistakeable contours of a logic*.
>
> iii.
>
> Sometimes a golden glow, more often fritzed -
> jumpstarted by attachment, raw cathexis.
> *Mortido*, also, is an energy
>
> sublimated, Berne says, by the making
> of *beautiful or useful things*, by striking
> form into distressed material -
>
> like gem-cutting, or appendectomy,
> eliminating excess to make whole
>
> iv.
>
> *Roll it out. Do it fast.* Re-pitch
> angelic echolalia. Bury glitches
> in effervescing fuzz, burred susurration.
>
> The far-fetched serendipity of that
> encounter, as if the edifice were raised
> solely to be the spirit's haunting-place -
>
> as rain and mist compress the streetlamp's glow
> into a beacon, dazzling and timeless.
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