Far from Magenta
L. Edgar Otto 16 November, 2012
Standing on the flat
ultraviolet plain called Catastrophe the long necked predator, so vulnerable
that evolution would allow such an exaggeration of its forms, felt the freedom
of the wide can cooler twilight sky, basked in the spectrum of the warm sun, felt
the whispers of spiral starlight outline him while he stalked the dream of
being as he took on the icy colors of it all, far from magenta.
He recalled some
distant memory, some echo of his early dreams looped to the same ends of the
scales of things yet viewed it all subtly from his new wings waiting for others
and if he chose flight over the endless plane, his own transcendence as he
scryed the infra red shift of small moving things in the shallow sea where life
arises as he learned to count the grinding pebbles.
He could not sleep
discovering he could make his own light, for he needed the dark to comprehend
and feel at ease, step carefully over the larva warm parts of the ocean shelf
bottoms of pits and peat and bubbles methane. He became in that dewdrop
hoarfrost latent land of confused but unstable balanced dreams the old ibis, a
sign and worship carved on stones. tombs, or stored in the heights of pyramids
Refreshed and belly
full yet breakfast hungry, with attention to the struggle against the odds of
fate and of scarcity he foresaw the others true to light, and where they too
were on the way to the search for endurance, beyond the myth of polar stars or
twisting gyres some portent dance of auroras
some lesser hearts in
the business explained of living for its own sake, awake the acetic austere
vanishing of purpose.
He knew then limited
as he was to the higher colors in the light, in the world, that the paths to
trod by luck were not the beginning or end, and not the endless fall where the
worlds under worlds go on without end or come back to heights again. He knew
others were not pale variations of himself or in the greater scheme of things
beyond existence a million copies of his own dream and feathered skin, so they
existed.
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