spiral face
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“lay the embers of a small world returning into me” she dreams.
forgetting the folds of her crumpled overweight,
light lit up,
a brief moment banging
at the shutters of her half dressed naked curvature in blindness.
head slightly bent preempting the arrival of dawn,
“she is fluid in all arrivals”, silence reminding her years
“even her fists in fighting”
πράξη ένα
she dreams the whole room to a ghost and before each spinal node refutes it’s space,
she wakes, the ghost
then it’s arms like a forest
many limbs all realised
in their place a goddess announcing itself as Hecate -
head the size of a toad to one side, making the mortals strands appear like struggling roots.
struggling roots. and this is what she wanted,
in all her strangeness she wanted.
and wondering at the goddess her mind begins patched by hand till a speck of gnarled dust
and when she woke for a second time;
had become a butter knife hollowing the earth,
had become a seed with jarred wings.
lateral roots like a song bend and flock so quickly,
sped a thousand times faster than anything she had witnessed in nature - drinking the dirt.
πράξη διο
distant light sheath in motions,
between a mountains thigh ground into the shape of a phallic bride.
the plants sudden neck, hips and hands express like a quilt ceramic - spiralling a little while from the soil it’s shattered roof
screaming at the surface blisters to veins then like snakes let loose to quadrants, quadrants into emotive strands
It was sex.
or agency?
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the vision turns to a trembling moon.
unveiled as a sharp retina staring at a leaf bud that sails in its light.
the trembling suddenly becomes worse, perverting the scene,
until the outline of two twin moons had merged to a shared gradient:
two children are born,
tiny gods.
and the image of Hecate is grieved,
which makes the twin moons seem like a hideous idea, mounds of stuck joy.
τέλος
two lanterns have left an uninhabited shore somewhere.
heads twist the breath follows,
narrowing itself to meet their metal shape.
their trunks coming together at once, being chased into the yard by celestial space.
then expirates -
into a sudden room, a sudden face.
Bryce Flaskas.
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