Sublimation,
that's what they brought to dinner today. Argh I was expecting smoked
salmon with honeyed fresh cottage cheese
watered down with Dom Pipas... would have been sublime. But no, they
brought me sublimation. Like a dead carcass we chewed on and on,
while silence, refraining from inevitables, blessed me with its last
prayers:
O
thoughts, thou weight like giant tortoises
stranded ashore my nuptial bed - I begged, only thou hands - as I
felt the decay of my stoned body submerging under surfaces of unknown
contours, only thou hands can serve as heat carriers from earth's
magma onto this shiny layered sheets I call shelter and rescue me
from this perpetual state of annihilation.
That night, I
didn't think; my energy was transmuted into millions of molecules.
©
2014, JC
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