from the Synaesthesia Journals
rainbows wrapped in shrouds of blackness raven-angels RAVEN-ANGELS the black blooms of diatoms multiplying in Caribbean seas each integer is a radiation of a black infinity -- the twined serpents braid the path. O one borne light a thesis of memory embedded in night
( herons at dawn in the tide's gleam -- grey sand. ) avian consciousness
neural symphonies in cranial cathedrals the contours my fingers trace in the cast -- bone glyphs time's liberation cradled in flesh -- walls are illusions. something rises on the path ahead -- emptiness (contains it the slow spin so black is the past (universe) it fades into light back here the clunky minutiae of daily life propel the waking dream, flesh journeys. sprays of color & the scent of gods. the taste of sugar & beds of cedar needles. salt in the blue air. green. your hair. (shadows!) *** black is a system, a truth, a dream, a lie, a veil, the void, container of colors, mystery, light. the splotch of sunlight on the sarape's red stripe remembers 1965 window glass, how it fell through the upstairs afternoon onto a green Mexican pitcher & dark wood. cacti. how the cat's claw absorbs it's edges. cream fringe. jazz books & art on mahogany shelves. feline dreams of hummingbirds & papyrus. sizeless. timeless. daylight shadows & the universe's farthest atom. deep blue descending on filmscreen seas at twilight. in vaulted cosmos in bottomless seas. life radiates light. lifelight. lovelight. lifelightlove. builds light from light from darkness. came from darkness, from black.
(the end loves the beginning loves the end)
the forgotten darkbrown spaces where dust lives are monasteries.
consciousness creators. lifelight. star-cell linguistics.
each cell & it's DNA a beacon through blackness - a jewel in Indra's net.
prana. shamans. twined serpents in visions. cell-light drawing color from blackness. raven-angels. O! fire!
** coming closer curves reveal themselves as waking dreams of meat. the sideways glances of shadows are the imperfect circles of my desire. what's real falls away. * loves what feeds it. the purple-brown spirals behind my eyes are ancient & sizeless as they rise. the colors of the deep blossom have loved me in yellow-pink afternoon shadows, in deep blue nights. I looked up from the bed into aqua circuses of dogwood shade. the scarlet roses climbed the yellow house beneath the deodar, fell petals to old brick. wrought iron & rough gold glass hide an old candle. tiny pink wallpaper roses reflected in purpled knobs. vascular imaginations of forbidden realms bloom & fade, bloom & fade as the beetles nibble rose petals black crescents are illusions.