Motion my vision
Wrapped in the moment's silk,
safe in sequestered textures,
a plane of vision wholly homogenous
stretches out to shrinkwrap me.
I am unable to see the outer spines
brutally shine in metallic extension
which interpenetrate—hold captive
vast cosmogonies celestiometrid.
In consumption's paradox forward flung:
needlenosed proboscis, amoebic heart-tongue
devour and let thrive, stifle and launch forth.
I migrate across the universe's cocooned web.
The expanse above, violet-black otherworldly
painted with portal-hues, opening up slowly
yet other worlds which effloresce below me.
I enter them and find my vision intact.
Written by
7/8/18
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Art created by
Jakob Hansson
.1 — "Undescribed"
2 — "Episk Stilleben"
3 — "Golden Speedpainting"
