phantasmagoriaporiasma
Monday, February 01, 2010 (04:24:45)

Posted by horatio

floating somewhere between a lost past and an unknown future
the little child rocks back and forth
cradling a small crystal terrapin between his legs
running his fingers over the carapace crevices
tracing a destiny unfurling
like a virgin frond of the maidenhair
black and green, mirroring his heart

overhead a dragon glides by
lost in the aerial heights and thinning oxygen
snorting flames and dissolving clouds of myst
hermes trismegistus with leathery skin
and cinnamon slit eyes glowing and pulsing
tigers eye, carnelian, hematite, lapis, emerald, amber
tears of dragonsblood resin drip off
crystal mana sap from heaven
floating on the windscent of pine and conifer

is this the life i dreamt when i awoke in the limestone cave
or when i burrowed under the ancient sycamore grove
or in my nest of rhododendron tentacles and lycanthropic lichens
gleaming, panting, howling
feral dreaming in stereoscopic vision
of transgenetic bunnies glowing green from bioluminescent bacteria
and foxfire brunches after the chickweed buffet ran out

when the turtle stepped out of his shell he died
but for a moment he had exquisite dreams of freedom
stretching out clawed appendages to the heavens
to trace the crest of the moon overhead
as the fox sang a song of mushroom dreams and rotten logs
sweeter than the first pregnant violet full of spring dew drops

but it tastes salty and bitter, said the turtle
that is because you are dying, replied the fox
as he pulled the trillium shroud closer

sweetness cannot exist in this world, whispered the fox
without the bitterness and the chaos
i don't understand, choked the turtle, his eyes blurring
charcoal streaks across his beak
your song is so beautiful it kills me

it is not my song, replied the fox
the song is rather your heart
blown from the throat of the spring peepers
and rippling across the cat tails and water lilies
come to set your inner desires free
give of yourself freely, or give nothing at all

but the little turtle didn't understand
he had spent his whole life living in a shell
closed off from the world, safe, hidden
layer upon layer, sharp claws and quick eyes
always moving slowly in calculated steps

he had never heard his own heart beat
between calcium ribs and crystal plates
and yet he thought he was happy

until that day he stepped out of his shell
and traced moonbeams and danced with wolves
ah the ecstasy of it all
wordless, worldless
and the dirt smelled of liberation and hope
as miniature claws carved tortoisian heiroglyphics
across the canvas of the forest floor

and when it was all over
the fox pulled the shroud closer
and the turtles eyes
one red, one yellow
shone brighter than a million suns
as the fox smudged the shell one last time
and asked the raven and the hawk
the dragon and the wolf to look out for
the little traveler
knowing that he was called home

and the little boy rocked, all alone
a crystal terrapin in his lap
his head filled with the smell of sage
and the sound of drums...

echoes
black
echoes
green
echoes
gone


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