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The Rut Distance dissolvesThe Rut by `arctoa
into dissonance
in grey-dawn
daylight,
A plaintive
picture painted
with dust
and the rains
which run rivers
of rust
through nowhere-roads
Ad Nauseum:
Static-sick
and stuck
in a circle-loop rut
like hemp
caught tight
around collars
Strung up
on the Tyburn Tree
and left
with the crows
Of revenance.
The Messenger LaunchThe Messenger by `arctoa
my satellite
into star-field
starburst substrata;
A supernova
Flowering
in the silence
stretched thin between
distant Earths
along the super-string.
I am the collapse
both before and thereafter,
caught in moments
compressed in tunnels
By Krasnikov.
Flatliners Morning bell:Flatliners by `arctoa
a novae chime
paradigm
hammerblow
to tension-head
gravity-well
Temples
That collapse
in chaos
toward zero-point
data-loss paradox
pulled
far beyond
Event Horizon
Flatline____________________________
Shipwrecked Substring sonorityShipwrecked by `arctoa
Replicant diaphone call
pressed
through dead air
space
Between waves
and the hours unwound
in down
and cotton-mouth
swan-song:
Time is tied in knots
around ankles
cold
and caught
in the undertow.
Down the Memory Hole Lost love lettersDown the Memory Hole by `arctoa
from former London
litter a funereal
paper constellation
As landfill martyrs
burnt and buried
like Thames bridges
left in the undertow:
Dragged substrata
in pressure mines
of war and famine
before the Ministry
Inkwell crematoria
kingdoms of rust.
In Bbrother we trust,
adrift on Airstrip1.
Hangatyr Circle the skyHangatyr by `arctoa
with a serpent-tongue
twister
-caught tall and coiled taut
through the
carbon-knot clouds
of Midgard.
Shiver the stock
with a shadow-wraith
whisper
-and stars will cascade
a coda
from cold boughs
in free-fall:
The world-tree is wilting,
bowed with burnt rope
and the Hangatýr.
Catalept DarknessCatalept by `arctoa
is discord and decay:
an adumbrate
stretched taut across strata
long-sunken in
static ion dissonance.
Parallels
collapse in the cataract-
avalanche of angles
cracked in cold-sweat panic attacks.
Spectres splinter
and spill a symbol code:
Ciphers
scratch-scrawled upon tape
and stuck fast
to tangled tongues caught silent
in catalepsy:
buried under umbrage
Behind the wall
of sleep.
Sirens "Hope is a place,"Sirens by `arctoa
He said.
"Long-lost in the space
between stars and the skyline
Of cities,
so shadow-scarred and tarred
by trail-stretched wire
wound tight toward the horizon
That you can't even imagine
what love
we have lost
along the highway."
"Headlights
wax & wane a wash
against my windscreen,"
He said.
"They're waves
upon which I can watch
the patterns
of pressure-tides rolling on
as rush-hour reels:
broken wheels wrenched in a
stop-motion revenance
in red."
"We'll choke
cold
in this caldera,"
He said.
"Caught supine
beneath the saturnine
street-light,
and the fireflies
Cast ablaze
amidst the wreckage:
Sta.sh
