We filed slowly, languidly into the hall
The auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued:
A Garden of Leaflessness, who says its isn’t beautiful?
A picket fence in my own home and the house of my people
Mute spectators in the cosmic coliseum, we witness:
A Kafkan wilderness – Cold metal Grey and dry dust
Rain-washed black tar, speckled with charcoal grey
Grey rats grey birds grey dogs and other grey bipeds
No red – only something soft that may pass for mud
A few tufts of hair and slivers of chewed out bleached bones
Damp, dank and dark are the colors of this world
Lifeless and drab, there are greens and blues
Dreamless machine lives and washed out hues
Overlooking civilization / Murakami upside down…
Super-non-Flat / where we are
Prisoners of own worlds isolated manifest before your eyes,
In parallel world Timespace Continuum wormhole Black hole reality
As breaths compress / stars die / Atlas, turns the axis
Atrophy to nerve ending capacity – no time. No time
I’ll be there when you’re gone.
Narcotic anarchic / Supernova Fantastic / stretching like elastic
Surrounding us engulfing us choking us drowning us
Womb of pain /Anti Mother / the Phantom Zone
Vast oceans of sand and watery deserts / barren and unforgiving
Thunderous, deafening, tumultuous / Brownian motion funeral march
Movement / no movement – pregnant stasis
Will we be destroyed by our very own silences?
The inherent soliloquies of a six billion planktonian people
Can we know ourselves if we don’t know where we are?
Glass palaces can exist
If only in my mind
In worlds of daydreams and sleepless nights
In spells, prayers and enchantments
In quantum theory and microphysics
Mythology and science fiction
These worlds shift, ripple and shimmer
Drip, meander and distort
Flow along from dream to dream,
And I move on.