Friday, March 2, 2012
Occultation
Beneath the sulfuric kettlestorm lies the lost river of Kame; the uprush of megastructures shorten the intercept time in the projection of the spine. The nacreous worm's-eye spews ejecta into the ecosphere. The faunal assembly is where certain creatures in the footwall have begun to swell. I've lost hope in capturing a good shot of this rusted old tricycle against the weeping of the tesla-alloy outcrops. Some order-disorder in the undergrowth has upset my stomach and I can't locksteady in the mud pot while zonal-turtles pry at the subaerial crustlayer.
Labels:
Animals,
Jeff Tatay,
Poetry,
Prose Poetry,
Sci-fi,
Sci-reality
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