the mind jars loose these bits of echoing fascination, keeping them in
tight spaces under the sink until they require coming out into a bright
and fascist place, and not always certain of the narrowed beam of light
on which we seem to stand… a flashing, revealing impulse that takes on
new life through the translation into the solid being… as the energy
sprays all over that vast and epic thing that creation has become,
throwing daggers of the visible where darkness has hardened and formed
to crust into a surface substance, and where the animal distrust howls
in fits of stranded madness on these islands broken further askew from
the sea of outrageous fortunes… where we built our dungeons christened
right from the start, to fuel the fires war-torn distraught, and the
mayhem that follows making the craftier cringe in place with their
festering plans… our demented, jaundiced friends ripe with a foul odor
guesting their blistered and pretentious faces, it pours from mouth and
eyes and ears to the disgust of all aware individuals… otherwise, the
beast becomes hidden in plain sight, and we become accustomed to feeding
ourselves the fashionably horrid meals to make the most of nothing…
