I am in the no zone tonight
I have timed out time
And my clock shows zero to null
I am in the heart of nada
And my body has turned to stone
All creatures are now cast as props
And behold things have come alive
That didn't know movement...
Sentience is much more than a release of oxygen or other gases.
In the no time
the tree opens its maw wide and I can see living orange sap
turn to jelly
Turns dark and scaly
And becomes a piece of wood
Before my frozen eyes blistered
To mosaic honeycomb sight.
Time has slowed its pacing hands and I can see with second
Vision
The splintered spline of individual seconds
The crush of pebbles under rocks grinding bold
Belligerence
Furious funnels of dust channel and ferry the microbial millions
And the mantis freezes forever in a futile grab for prey
In the no zone
Sometimes time accelerates in retrograde motion and
I am brought to lament
First cause
eve and cusp of creation
I'm not sure how and where and why we are going on this journey who is the pilot
What is the plot
And are we on a plane or not
Are we us?
Or just jaded halfthoughts in a maddening infinite brain
Playing its ga ga games?
Spiraling in golgoth galaxies
Out of control through space that time emits
or will that master yo-yo player bounce us back in it?
In the meantime deceleration full stop
Restart from crush smash and squeeze
If I could tell you how it feels
to be a billion star systems and milky ways all rolled into one
And the sensual release
From atom of compressed condensation..
If I could describe the filthy footloose relief of flying free
Of control shape and boundary
I am lit up like guy Fawkes mind
And in fifth of November light
I scorch all purity and pious pressure
In my
evil all encompassing expansion
My soul laves in ultraviolation
Decency and definition delegated to December's end days
Now from aeons ago my nascent natal morn has begun
Nasty hasty games of dawn
I am done.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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