Rooftop View

 

Emily Dickinson did not reside here, where leaves kiss shadows and eaves whisper about summer to the remains of grit that gets washed away in the rain of cloud convictions. Yeats never told her about the window that looks back at the reflected trees. So why is it that they seem to be waving at the camera in a poetic frenzy of twisting line breaks, like an uneven stanza, a stratification of emotional confusion ?

 

Here are Pareidolia Parasols

for high wire walkers

&

roof repair workers

in the bright sun,

as rays of certainty hurl down upon their heads,

with the verity of gravity’s grasp.

Unwanted facts, quickly approaching –

from the shouting horizon –

brings on vertigo in existential deniers .

 

Too much emotional distortion

rises in the air,

as the refractive index

causes truth to bend

when it enters and exists in opinionated thoughts –

unsteadily seated on peaks & gable corners,

angry convictions shout

at laughter running across the green lawns.

 

Planet of the Texturians : A Giant’s Bones, Slow Carved Tears

Sins are stopping by,

the scales assume full-soul-song;

Tone’s justice is so.

 

Found in the ruins –

a giant’s bones, slow carved tears,

cloud -singers’ voices.

 

Expedition Transmission  # 1

Since arriving on the Planet of Texturians, there are few things stopping researchers from exploring the Lines & Words  that cover the great cliffs of memory. It is estimated by our chronologists that the scales of time are moving to the melodies heard in the cavernous halls of learning.  We must assume full-soul-song retrieval will require quatrain gene sequencing.

 

 

These Visitors  live in slow-time.  They flitter about like jewel-moths, blind to our  efforts at communication.  So excited by our minor arts – so deaf to tachyon cadence.  They will eventually recognize us only as ghosts . In the mean-song we record their soul-light into our archive-stanzas. It will add new inflections and metaphor accents for  future sonata-landscape chorus narratives & the staging of further docu-dreams.

 

 

Expedition Transmission # 5

Lost a second Team member – like the first one, they became erratic in behaviour, convinced that there are sentient inhabitants observing us.  Also claimed that the ghost of the first missing member could be seen/heard in the textual remains that we located on levels eight & nine.  There are definitely unusual vibrational levels when psychological similes readings are applied  to calligraphy scans. Temporal distortions may account for the variations without attributing any hyper-dimensional life-form activity.

 

 

The synthesis and lighting time – Home and roaming.

 

Deep angles cut air –

walking backwards, memory,

playful laughter runs.

 

This  fragile form swims –

currents twist in vague tear-tides,

so like a child’s laugh.

 

 

The last of these travellers from across the star-streams have finally arrived at some level of understanding.  No longer unaware of our reality level. Their joy-fear is very intense – will enter the weave-cycle in an effective resolution. Glorious glyph tragicomedies  are now being composed . Tomorrow we will present this in the melodrama-masque lens projection. Extempore fields will reach the outer orbits  of the star cluster.