Epic of the Six Darknesses: VIII

Epic of the Six Darknesses: VIII


VIII

Somebody grabs the hand
a warmth comes into the body
still inside the egg
gluey yolk covers the eyes
cracked shell stuck to the face
but the warmth melts it away
emerge emergence emergency
sirens
born again
a smooth jelly coats the skins
all around the inky darkness
except the glow from the Fireman
and his bright red engine
the real hero the real savior
super–human full of flame
skin red like ripe cherry or bright blood
his palms are small candles
he touches the wick within me
the lifeflame takes
flickers like a small sun
with this light I will fight the darknesses
their dense nectars and honeycomb wonders

I open my eyes
all around the many spaces
of the deep inside
black hole where light retreated from its calling
forgot its purpose


We are at the edge of the universe
the Fireman is speaking
his voices are superstring harpsounds
music of the extradimensional spheres


We are at the edge which is the center
curving back on itself in a moebial fold
we are in the middle and on the outside
here it is that the light got lost
looping itself into a wild knot
the Fireman’s eyes glow like bulb filaments
as he speaks of these mathematical mysteries


We are both as far out and as far in
as we can be
Now we must came back from the shoreline
step into the river that rushing by
let it swept us away
go between the dimensions
go back to the beginning
before the splitting before the separations
before the universes were spoken
and speak the world anew
So off we go on his little red engine
riding like bikers in the violent night
I hang on to the hoses
as he roars against black hole gravities
stronger than any light

but

not stronger than the Fireman
father of all lightlife
photonic fingers reaching forth
puncturing the tomato skin tight like drum
penetrate the membrane
bust out of the outside
set our sites for a far–off galaxy
so many soul–years away

The Fireman drops it into fifth
punches the gas
guns it across the galaxies



Richard Smyth

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