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March
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Velkomin!
"i like that reindeer," proclainmed the maestro with a rather
inquisitive breath. "may i
keep it?
"why yes." said i.
"as long as the moon doesn't
dim you may take it
under your care."
The maestro exclaimed,
"i didn't even know that
was the moon!"
**
in reassurance, i told
him
"even blackholes
have a sparkle."
as we three sat upon the
reflection of the smokey
bay's pink reflection, we
decided to peer over the cliff
to see the frozen waterfall.
on our way there, it cut
out eyeholes along the
walls. we were pasing through
the valley where light grew
out of the ground when
***
these five enormous beasts
stitched in thick fur
coats marched to the
square we were just
arriving to. they wielded
steel in their every paw.
steam flowed down their
chins starting from the
brow.
they communicated to
each other with move-
ments of their eyes.
i hadn't the slightest clue
of their optical language.
the tallest one motioned
with his throat for us
***
to crawl into their
mountain of moss.
we did not object so we
did what it bid us.
inside, there was a peacock
fenced in a circle. i began
to sew the fence with
white yarn that was
coming from one of the
beast's coat. unweaving.
the majestic bird was
now encased in a tapestry
cocoon of a glowing pink.
the wispy clouds melted
then the fjords began to
***
sing.
the shell began to crack.
a crackling line soon
burst giving life to
eight million baby spiders.
as they bustled out
spreading towards the
walls, the remnants of
the peacock began to
appear.
its frail skeleton was
eroded to a polish & a
crystal ice wrapped each
pearly bone.
opal eyes.
***
"what to do with these
remains?" inquired the maestro.
immediately we all
ceremonially consumed
the melting armature.
i began to feel a tingling
in my toes. it itched for
me to sprint.
i was urged to run
out of the lichen riddled
hut. the paved road
that rolled over the
hills were silver, shimmering
in the setting sun.
the river that
***
galloped besides me
was a metallic blue,
a mirror landscape.
i set it on fire.
everything was now a
golden ash.
the reindeer found me.
but its black velvet
coat was sprinkled with
a prism-like dust.
the maestro was not
far from the two of us.
as soon as the maestro
reached the stallion,
the glittering lint balled
up with a waved of
the maestro's hand.
the strobing speckles
turned into a
***
midnight chandelier.
it flowed gently with
no wind & cascaded
like an upside-down
waterfall.
cross-examining twilight
sea anemones with
dancing cosmic sickamore.
as we were admiring the
seafoam green, white,
& pink starry pylons,
magma began to
excrete from my pores.
this cause the
***
freckled reindeer to
expand & stretch
over the sky.
its every hair follicle
began to burst which
emanated an ember
teardrop.
the lava hardened &
i turned into stone.
***
stacks upon satcks
of harmonic
gravel cake lined the
violet mountains.
the once infantile
spiders, now fully
matured, horded towards
me. their rioting
black mass knocked
me supine.
somehow, they crawled
underneath me.
like a pallet, i was
being drifted on top
of a thistle stream
***
& into a cave.
deeper into a
miner's abyss, a low
but deep rumbling
came from the above
ground. when we
reached some cavernous
stomach (main chamber)
my stationed feet
suddenly detached
from me.
one of the skyscraping
beasts from before sat
on its mountain throne
***
above.
slate crumbled from
the ceiling in result of
the impact.
we moved alone.
in the next tunnel,
we were up against
battling winds.
the arachnid transport
did not feign.
as we neared the next
chamber, the sound of
majestic footsteps
could be heard again
for the second time.
***
int he next still
clearing, my stone
hands fell from me.
another beast sat
on its throne above
which caused more
debris to hail down.
the third tunnel was
a steep incline with
obstacles like quick
sand & other earthly
extremes.
my legs were the
ones to go in that
chamber & so the third
beast sat.
***
the forth tunnel had
ten thousand suns
scorching us, our
mobile object.
many spiders lay
victim to the heat,
however, there were
enough surviving to
carry me, my stump.
(they were also dragging
the corpses of the
deceased for they must
always be together.)
at the end of this trail,
my arms were laid on
***
the floor where above
the undergrowth lair,
the forth beast sat in
the monumental throne.
this time, the granite
lining of this room
collapsed. the spiders
lay slain in the flood
of rubble.
silence came about.
i cried for four days.
on my last day of
mourning, i had
sunk myself into
what seemed like a
grieved lake.
drowned in this
grave, i began to
think, think, think,
think, think, think,
think, think, think, think,
think, think, think, think,
think, think, think, think,
think, think, think, think,
***
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***
then the fifth beast picked
me up from out the rubble.
"please" i cried. "take off my
head."
it looked at my dismantled
body with all five of its eyes
with an immediate understanding
& broke off my head, above the neck.
he carried me in his palm
across the black beach until
we reached the slate silver
sea. there, he put me on
his back before he
floated off into the
ever long waters.
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