VI. The Persistence of Mysteries Nov 6, 2018

in my lab
an appropriated potting shed
my insect collection in rows
beneath the fluorescent lamps
one central fresh acquisition
legs splayed and belly exposed
sketch pad opened to a clean page
pencils sharpened, anticipating
the specimen's fine inner plumbing
gem surgical carbon steel blades
wrapped in a bit of cardboard
five cents apiece

outside, the insects' droning calls
a summer soup breeze tickles the trees
and slowly a ticking, a gait picks up
of an infinite millipede
its waterpad feet everywhere
as the earth spills into the air
(so many invisible occurrences)
everything darkens slowly
kra-koom baroom baroom
and everything is gray and noise
a steady loud wet static hush
everything lightens slowly
and the dance is done
a few footfalls as fairies
stagger home from the orgy

the most brave cicada
or perhaps only the most eager
cuts open the silence

Shuffle, replace, or draw a card.

Linked from: V. The Two of Embers, VII. The Vectors of Thought

Links to: I. The Revelation of Fabrics, V. The Two of Embers, VII. The Vectors of Thought, all you ever dream, wear and tear