globe of blue light, awkwardly spinning on axis: the
intermittent frames cut open the doors with gaseous hinges.
Pedestal village in frozen blue swamp. A trail weaves into a mouth sharp with
the anticipation of a village square.
There is no center.
The houses smell of mace and of floating charge.
It is the concave blossom that spits and spurts
all the indignities, the
“Move from the aggravation of metal,” quoth the nails. “There is hardly
cover from the pierce of maudlin horrors.”
Counter-clockwise in a pit of bulimic colors, the comical amputee raises
her sagging arm. Actress and theatre in putrid, spinning gauze.
head cocks back, and all fits of laughter run out onto the floor.
of film. The artificial lens has born a fly’s perspective
on the world; mutilated a clean plane into a honeycombed corona with a
Video expresses the base qualities of color and of human character.
Ontological defecation in the patches of saffron at the ‘red levels’
The pixel defiles. False water ejaculated through in a cloud of perfumes.
These perfumes are drilled from the bones of dead actresses at the bottom of
the pit with swinging weeds. Old fossils in the amorous void.
The antistrophe is unmoving in a pool of soft
elegiac qualities of motion are focused and magnified on the surface of the
semi-sphere. Reticulate and indignant tetrahedron.
Once, during the last incarceration and the day of the Quaon, a tepid
impression found its way to the treasury. Impossible planes impregnated with
semen coated in a new polymer.
can the artificial eye convey pain? Synchronized ribbon that is a contextual
razor. Ephemeral ladder of images—dead brother and urban Argonaut. The body
completes the bond and mimics the inverted alkaloid with every tyranny.
Let us pray to the negligible homage of the nerve’s resistance!
The skin has shut all of its shutters, and blood confides in obsolete
envelopes. Constructed, though, in spite of an estranged table. It is a
delighted impression that replicates all sounds, forms, actions, emulates
love, displaces mobility and directs insights; it is the last prime number on
the gray ceiling. It is thick with the fibers of prismatic constellations! The
visual catharsis of a limbic Orpheus!
of austere extravagance. It is the detached eye that pirouettes in the space
with synesthesia. Tall windows and thick walls. There is a metallic pendulum and
a soft dial. It adds the permutations of chaotic luster. The
chimes are crisp on melancholy metals.
An exterior landscape is the nursed wound of a framed hole.
Masonic site that overlooks a sleepless and weary town. Organic deluge in
the rush of the conglomerating pilgrimage. The husks of all countries burn
their ceremonial robes in a single pit. Archaic symbols in the cyclical
inundation. Sacrificial tools in old fur.
It is the time for the invention of new