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May 03, 2008
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Metanature
It was nature that brought me here to this cliff of metaphoric presence. While waiting for you, I watch waves destroy canopies of rocks; and birds swoop, dive upon schools of fish, reordering their order. The weight of light bears down, grabbing me, hugging me tugging me to the cliffs edge like a great black bear.
And the clouds come down and engulf me in their rage; I'm split into harmonies of test tubes bubbling, hubbling to the peaking views of a galactic orgasm. I am studied by the hussies of the moon, reassuring me that I'll be reassembled soon. My blood, my stomach, my arteries, my cardio-vascular muscles, my brain, my bones, my lungs, my liver, my esophagus, my retinas, my Adam's apple, my veins, all beating as one. All humming the same words: "There is no cliff, there was no cliff. Who were you waiting for? Nature took you there. We are all seeing. All Subjects are one miraculous cocktail, shaken not stirred. Swallow incurred, gulp incurred, meta-sounding physics of eyeballing knowledge knowingly blurred."
I can see the light, the red , the blue, the yellow, the everything. I am nothing (to take from a bag of lucky dips, my life documented with random clips). I could wind wrecked tape's string around my body, and count the coil as lacerated life. Decapitate the visible, blind is invincible, all living things convincible. That cliff unmentionable, forget it, it didn't happen, it didn't happen, it didn't... You have arrived.
And the clouds come down and engulf me in their rage; I'm split into harmonies of test tubes bubbling, hubbling to the peaking views of a galactic orgasm. I am studied by the hussies of the moon, reassuring me that I'll be reassembled soon. My blood, my stomach, my arteries, my cardio-vascular muscles, my brain, my bones, my lungs, my liver, my esophagus, my retinas, my Adam's apple, my veins, all beating as one. All humming the same words: "There is no cliff, there was no cliff. Who were you waiting for? Nature took you there. We are all seeing. All Subjects are one miraculous cocktail, shaken not stirred. Swallow incurred, gulp incurred, meta-sounding physics of eyeballing knowledge knowingly blurred."
I can see the light, the red , the blue, the yellow, the everything. I am nothing (to take from a bag of lucky dips, my life documented with random clips). I could wind wrecked tape's string around my body, and count the coil as lacerated life. Decapitate the visible, blind is invincible, all living things convincible. That cliff unmentionable, forget it, it didn't happen, it didn't happen, it didn't... You have arrived.
Comments
poewriter58
18 years ago
Liam
weirdelf
18 years ago
I have taken a huge liberty
rider68
18 years ago
A second Read