To electrify the abyss from my own substance a sudden means through osmosis. Inhabiting this state, I know its heights, its ohmic flashes, its anterior glossolalias. These being nothing other than episodes which cross the sidereal. This being the case I am always perceiving the transparent within texts, uranian with complication.
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Language—by means of imaginal vivacity has no other motion than to open itself to “sidereal immensity.”
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Carrying spirits on a gurney of prisms, the magician remains tilted, so as to cultivate his viewers, lighting their blood with inscriptions of vertigo.
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Challenged by the in-medicinal, Í create a sort of antidote, a blind circle, a mis-numbered square, so that my mind can gain its strength by roaming the indefinite.
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For the past 500 years, the Occident has paraded Saxon superiority, with its odes to comfort, with its assumptions concerning wares and opinions. And now, it has extended itself to the massacre of the spirit. Asian mastery raided, Algonquian value beveled and mistrusted. As for Africans under its watch, mortal struggle always ensues. This being our present era, apocalyptic with distrust and mortality.
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As poet, I am a ghost in a village teeming with certitudes and hatchlings. Its cohabitants always distracted by pedestrian fate, always kinetic with reversion and procreation.
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See, I’ve fed myself on leper’s bodies, on certain forms of dwarfs, making alien into good. True, I am open to reward, but not in a niggling sense, traveling as I do across igneous beds, void of sumptuous land and soil.
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“The Dogon say that Po Tolo, Sirius B…is the most important star” in the heavens. “It is the egg of the world, the beginning and ending of all things seen and unseen.”
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Being witness to the flow of stone, to its tincture of anonymous monads, I understand the way architects blend light by imagination. Thus, the material world becomes a tracery of inner lightning. For me, the latter being crystallized inscription as balance.
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As for psychic fuel there is always rotational timing, aleatoric transmixing, rapid fire as occurrence. As interval, it rotates as absence derived from the absence of absence.
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I liken the human state to thinnest layers of oxygen surviving at the cusp of the atmosphere. It is by means of this metaphor that the plasticity of human potential is magnified, capable of shifting and transmuting through internal alchemics. Thus, the human state is a variable one, containing in its present depth cryptographic possibility, a shadowy seed portending form in higher states of awareness.
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Roaming through various cellular infernoes, the body then tends to consume itself as a cyclone of meteors.
Other zodiacs?
Flares from eyes of unharvested squid?
Implication from other planes?
Perhaps the in this range is an unequaled semaphore, its cells being fortuitous effectors, apocalyptic mirrors, sending and re-sending signals no longer entraped within the range of lateral encounter.
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As for American insouciance concerning climatological decohesion—it remains a vile and damaged liberty.
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Under a raised copper partition, there are children risking themselves, playing with cyanic particles of ice. As if scattering carved salt at play. Thus, they are porous, healthless, damaged beyond what is considered the cursed splendors of evil.
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Crossing the fractured rotations of Pollock, we experience the vertigo which empowers the spontaneous, their counter-rotational clauses spinning as tumultuous resistance. Volatile stationary wheels exploding as reversed and suddenly transcendent current.
