Following your subduction, and the compression, gently, of tectonic plates, their magnetic pull from either side,
their compression chamber.
we'll gather when it rains for seventy thousand years
who could bear to not be one of the Creators?
god knows i could never.
for all i've wanted: the acid of this ocean makes me volcanic.
what about you, the Saint of the Lithosphere, you who brings forth the miracle of subduction,
the best part of which is The Inevitability, the telltale signs.
The telltale signs describing the realm
where the evolution of forms is a destructive quality
and all you've ever wanted is / not
the space at which the water no longer penetrates the ocean's floor,
and looking up, I can remember that I knew the light used to reach through the water,
the subduction zone
where convergence is realization of God.
this realm made by the friction of tectonic plates that subduct you, the whale fall
the plates hope that you eat yourself, you (the Saint of the Lithosphere)
to be recycled into the mantle, the feeling of which is as follows:
the pace is set by this asthenosphere, where the idea emerges, cross from the lack of fidelity.
Conjure:
immediate birth into the hot decay,
the directionless depth of mantle convection,
of such high temperature you interpret none at all.
no chemicals that compose its body, a single fiber in the muscle of oscillating crust,
no geologic time or depth-bound measurement,
born into the atmospheres of its deepest points,
crushed outward by the lightness of surface tension.
old creatures are feasting on you,
the Saint of the Lithosphere, pseudocoma in eight atmospheres,
pseudocoma under autonomous weather,
never adapting to the environment.
through all of this the observation of seventy-thousand years of rain continues,
humidity so dense and constant it is unobservable - premammalian forms with no need for taxonomy
the churning of atmospheric plates whose asthenosphere is the haven of oceanic creatures and pyrophytes.
one can only hope.
The Research
Describe unfamiliar or unknown objects:
some convincing and striking special transmission
of unknowns.
How gifted the paragnost,
how special the individuals,
how psychokinetic the approach was,
how successful the replication of drawings, that information derived from The Enhancement.
A certain bare thorough theoretic produced some
unfamiliar or unknown instrumentation.
No matter how, at best,
normal information, psychokinetic character should never affect, or at least experience the best process.
The work has been deliberate,
and clear cut,
to justify unfamiliar or unknown manipulation of fundamental misunderstanding.
A minor part is that the apparent existing ignorance,
together with the capricious and unreliable paragnost
(in no case was the existence possible)
or at least experience,
the certain bare minimum (alluded to earlier)
thorough information
guided by deliberate psychokinetic influences.
an ache in the polyisoprene gut
an
ache
in the
polyisoprene
gut,
a world made of solvents, whose fumes bring,
like the illusory tree of surveillance,
unformed grins, searing headaches, and
the formative touch of
my cold plywood teeth, underneath floorboards (gnawing)
my body could be a house, which
can be lived in many times over,
reordered to the user’s needs,
have its innards ripped out, be the place of many lives over,
and be one of many that serve indistinguishable purposes with identical results.
can be lived in many times over,
reordered to the user’s needs,
have its innards ripped out, be the place of many lives over,
and be one of many that serve indistinguishable purposes with identical results.