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Liminal me.

As I close my eyes I see the writhing squirming impossible beasts in the darkness.

They appear aware of me but go unconcerned on their way in this singular forever.

Uncontrollable visions from countless worlds of skies and lands and machines.

Everything just for a split second enough to recognise but not make out.

Waking dreams of uncertain sanity under a microscope for each thought or part thereof.

Never close enough to be fully unobscured there’s a clarity so fragmented it distracts.

A modern and ancient view of everything that was and will be in an electric memory that isn’t mine.

Fear of death absorbed by an accepted geometry concealing chaos unstoppable.

Time became nothing, hours just imagined, traversable by thought.

Longer than forever in the blink of an eye.

Beings of fire and metal looking out over oceans of unexplainable patterns.

A collection of everything ever seen, thought, imagined, or forgotten.

A living and moving permanent giant of unknown rock holding this universal memory.

Everything is alive without exception, connection to everything else all the time.

All is possible, just look. Immolated feathery gods explaining uplifted relics.

A calmness takes place at the same time as a beautiful wall of light separates us.

Joined across something bigger than eternity inside the smallest part of a galaxy.

Impossible coincidences just obvious intentionally made bridges between two places.

Everywhere in every direction, a puzzle that solves itself by never ending.

I saw the start and end and everything inbetween of everything there was, is,  and will be, all at the same time.

I open my eyes and take back the illusion of control for the time being.

Fate Denied Us

June faded away like a lost forgotten lover.

For me, the days were longer.

Everywhere I look, there’s stillness and life.

The tense emptiness of being alone in these woods.

Silence once energizing, only broken by shouting.

The fetid air of failure

And the taste of rubber here and there unexpectedly.

The pain of temporary blindness smells like hot wood.

I saw screenprints by Andy Warhol in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

On a Wednesday afternoon, I wished you’d been there.

Not really though.

It was hot and the streets were busy with people

Hanging out or just walking

Like we’d fallen back in time.

A vision of the nineteen-sixties,

A pair of people in the same place because

We had the same shoes.

Where for to you be said the friend I don’t know anymore.

The plump ass of vindictive lust

Walks away with relief and frustration.

As satisfied as a starving child,

I was rich and the world was mine,

As tall as a house.

The real me unzipped my shell

And stepped out to fanfare.

Dude came to life and threw money around.

One day, next week next year

His life will start, the one he has been waiting for

As real life slips by.

The soft needle now 

An impossible memory

In her dead fingers,

Just a glint.

We’ll spend more time together now you’re dead.

Fatum negavit nobis.

Locked doors patiently watching

Diesel engines cheering us on

Now I clammer and grasp

As that June slips away gone.

©2024 David Newton