July~Fantasy Issue
Confessions
of a Dying Neuron
Beneath me, rushing dark waters
breaking upon each other in successive waves
with the strength of giants; black gulfs of Chaos usurped.
A shimmering form is visible in the darkness,
a lost movie star flickering her glory on a screen
unwatched by many. Splitting in static splinters,
a projectionist’s life-long infatuation with a cellophane beauty
that had haunted his lonely days
of carting boxes in a decrepit shop.
She reaches for me, insubstantial,
puckering amorphous lips, her sweet mouth
forming the words 'Exalted be thy name.'
Over and over and over
swimming in limitless Oceans
vibrating with the word, particles of stars in motion ---
I flew into the great mouth
soaring through infinite vistas in search of a door
composed within the strange angles
of an architect’s feverish mind.
Sitting in front of the house,
crouching on concrete patio,
spilling firecrackers with a brick that is so firm in my hands.
Crash down - up fly sparks into the air (fresh with autumn rain, hanging in drops on the window) to ignite the passage of stars,
celestial chariots in deserts of time.
I hit the concrete -- up sparks fly
dividing into counterparts/transgression of nations
diverging on the screen, announced by commentators while
Universal signals sent to the satellite there worming themselves into my head.
I was lying with my back on the cold ground,
making shapes in the deep snow.
I’d been returning home - because they'd let us go early today –
but there was nobody waiting for me.
On the way the sight of so much fluff excited my childish curiosity
so that I threw myself into it. Aligning my cortex to stare up at the sky
while the chill worked along my spine, sparking energies.
Shapes in the snow that from aerial view appear to be
angel wings -- repeating silently:
'Exalted be thy name.'
