Anatomy of a Swooooooooon
Behind the EYES there is darkness.
The OPTIC nerves work in darkness. In darkness they transform light into darkness.
In darkness, the LIGHT of visual knowledge is ATOMISED into tiny drops of CHAOS. Tiny drops of COOL chaos!
The darkness, with all it cool secrets and deceptions, then tangoes to the brain. There it begins to spread. Like ink on blotting paper. The brain then begins to RELAX in the darkness. It begins to float in the juices of its own INERTIA. Begins to enjoy the shaded repose. Floating, like a stalled motorboat.
Feeding on the black mystery of no-sight.
Savouring the mystery of no-sight, the brain orders the eyes to SHUT.
The eyes shut and the mind blacks out. TOTALLY!!
The OPTIC nerves work in darkness. In darkness they transform light into darkness.
In darkness, the LIGHT of visual knowledge is ATOMISED into tiny drops of CHAOS. Tiny drops of COOL chaos!
The darkness, with all it cool secrets and deceptions, then tangoes to the brain. There it begins to spread. Like ink on blotting paper. The brain then begins to RELAX in the darkness. It begins to float in the juices of its own INERTIA. Begins to enjoy the shaded repose. Floating, like a stalled motorboat.
Feeding on the black mystery of no-sight.
Savouring the mystery of no-sight, the brain orders the eyes to SHUT.
The eyes shut and the mind blacks out. TOTALLY!!
Funny, I didn't think you swooned. Take charge and make people swoon yes...
ReplyDeleteBut I guess Darkness has an irresistable allure. ;)
sounds more like my first experience with weed than swooning.
ReplyDeleteBut I generally don't swoon. I just sign and move on. Hmm.
oh, I meant sigh... but sign works just fine, don't you think? :P
ReplyDeleteI've never really swooned either; so, I wouldn't know. But if it's anything like the way you describe it, it must be a nice experience. ~;-D
ReplyDeleteIsnt sleep "death in homoeopathic doses" ? Sounds like the kind of sleep u have when u have a fever etc.
ReplyDeleteumm a bit similar but the thing bout a dosage is that it is progressively undoing/healing something (a disease etc). Deep sleep is like death simulated in a lab and it's the same every time, no?
ReplyDeleteI Agree boss.. completely.
ReplyDeleteI don't know that I've ever floated in the juices of my own inertia sounds scary- loved the poem thanks
ReplyDeleteScary in contemplation but actually very, very pleasurable, Sue!!!
ReplyDeleteThought I might return the compliment
ReplyDeleteThe Feral Child
Sisku found men
Scratching a trapper's bin
Cornered
Steaming like a fresh kill
Breathing ice hostile fevered
Eyes burning
She rocked for a year defiled
Drilling a hole
In the grey walled institute.
Buried in the cool folded tunnel
of her arms
A ghost made delicate
With flesh shivering
Rabbit pulled her feet
Through spiked grasses
Tasting dull shadows
That stained the wind
Whipping at wild things
Round the choked bulb.
Numbness clawed at bleached cheeks
Trembling
Flat against the doors greedy air
Tearing
Till it gaped like an eye flapping
Tearing at the grey skins
Who listened?
Silence
Only hovering dark whispered
With a dry voice.
Pale echoes stirred the iron cold mountains
Melting with the shadows
She wore the dark
Water woods sighed
swallowing the wind
Her chiselled flesh gripped the bowl of a lake
Bursting the moon
And scattering stars.
Floating on softly
Through black emptiness
Washing her dreams
In the water locked skies
Embraced
By the limbs of lulling water
She stared out
Beyond the empty world
White hair flowering
In the broken moon.
Only darkness
ReplyDeleteThere the darkness is
I wonder if when the neurons in the brain fire, there is a little electrical light, or is it still, and always dark?
Wow, fevered and psychedelic, Sue... mucho thanks!!
ReplyDeleteHmm interesting observation Echo... I think the neurons do make some kind of diffused light but I wud think the darkness would still be all enveloping.
Where did you find it? Interesting read »
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