Epic of the Six Darknesses: IX

Epic of the Six Darknesses: IX


IX

We’re riding in the distances
between the spaces I’ve created
the new universes
borne in the belly
the pus gut
I ride the red engine like a surfboard
skim the surface like a seabird
the manifold implications folded like clothing
sloughed like skin in the slippery night
then a moebial roll roils in the fluid tube
and I am falling falling celestial satanic
forgetting once again that anguish is optional
when the Fireman grabs me with his big big hands
the hands that hold whole galaxies in their palms
he pulls me through the phase spaces
the multifoliate complex jettisons dimensions
a calculus of survival

I will cling to the hoses folded intestinal
as the Fireman continues coursing through the night
heading for twilight


We must go to the middle of the between
where the darkness of mixtures exists
We burn on
his hair is orange blue and burns like a blowtorch.


Richard Smyth

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