| As social positions resonate among atonal developments ringing within common attributes woven between delicate membranes a new shoot sprouts from obligations and psychological frameworks orbiting the iron cores of the inner planets… Time becomes imbued with counterfeit events displacing elements of conceptions born of geodesic synchronicities and, through experimental configurations, replaces gray-white matter with gestures perfectly aligned with the solar winds… This, unfortunately, leaves behind noble properties ranked in hierarchies in harmonic tune to the bleeding peoples of a neglected language, breathing melancholy moans upon satellites traveling to new channels etched into the surface of Mars… The choir sings a dirge to the security police standing motionless behind a translucent surface guarding the transfer of limbs bent in grotesque directions and flailing about in progressed abject misery in response to each new supernovaic outburst… Then a mother gives birth to small mouse-like rodents that effortlessly chew through the fabric of this multidementional space, striking the surface with their angry stares aa the air resonates with the tormented choking on thick volcanic ash spewn forth from the bowels of the near side of Jovian Io… Like a memory characterized by crystalline ceramics and transforming into a molten state, a greeting salutes the new land mass with glacial abortions opposing the intrusion settling at the poles of Triton… Dim lights suggestive of female properties betray my primal urges silhouetted in the windowpanes of lost civilizations; to protect the last shred of ocular vision I strike a blow that deflects off a large wedding cake, and I am defeated. I die a slow death, with arms outstretched toward the Cassini Division in the Rings of Saturn... Years speed by in light-fragments skimming toward suspended aurora tinted by the compelling charms expertly disarming all surrounding substances with gentle footfalls tracing paste-like hours descending into the volatile nucleus of the mind… As an artist consuming large numbers of people I accept a task from a tribal chieftain and, obtaining a sailing vessel, skillfully navigate all that needs explaining in terms of matter and physical phenomena within the known boundaries of the universe… Yet, not wishing to succumb to the assembly-line of mountainous plateaus I return to Spart to burn libations to the tube amplifier gods where I smash my synthetic experiences against the limestone cliffs and sit quietly in pensive reflections within the assigned cubicle spinning behind the last remnants of the mind’s eye. |
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some good ol' abstract...
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Hmm, definately abstract. Might need to read it again...or have someone throw me a bone. Very nice wording as always though.
And certainly I love it because of all the astronomy.
Io, the good ol' pizza moon of Jupiter and Titan, the largest moon in the galaxy...I mean solar system...grr. I can never learn enough about space...and god forbid that I do some nice smart scientist will discover something new for me to learn.
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~Mairéad~
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