I slaughtered the Thing
« I slaughtered the thing ‘who’ said, he was me.
I laughed.
And the ominous portentous flowing blood spilled on nature’s public square, into the universal living room ! On top of the brittle bones of the petrified elders.
On Edom’s rusted calcaire rocks. Beneath the Magian’s starry twinkle.
Who lingered there. Far from the seaside. Inside the rolling hills.
Like an estranged & magnificent whirlwind I tumbled from there. Gushing with the warm vortex from the gashed aorte. Into the cavernous veins under the pink heath.
A sacrificed god inside his own empyrean palace, breaking down. Bleeding in the thicket among the beech and oak. A carcass full of honey giving birth to hives. Swarms and divers bugs.
But was nothing yet to be. Nor ever to be other than what was never there, but a miraculous fantastical thought in the twilight, between centuries under cover of the bed clothes on the portal sil. »
The sun outside, breathing Will into all creatures. Dictating their pregnant destiny. Replenished with stout despair. Harboring hope.
« …the numinous essence of some emerald butterfly, the old wine in new skin, or in the crimson flux a twain slithered on the eternal migrating fence of years ? »
« Indeed I stutter. »
« To be laid to the waste side thru the multitude upheavals of undying time; made in the image of some invented architectural feat that was never here or elsewhere to be constructed ? »
« These thoughts I employ, but is not mind. Nor matter.
…is neither brain, nor pumping heart.
To swoon a tender soul into the rushing rumble of mortal throe. »
A doomsday wish for better broth tomorrow.
More savory. Delicate & whimsical like a fairy on a poplar branch. Opened arms with porcelain wings.
Squinting in the dark courtyard behind the adjacent door.