Terminal Sewer, image by Daniel Y. Harris
In the Room of Cosmic Plumbing,
Recalibration is in Progress.
The Recirculation of Cosmic Slop/pissing in the amitotic fluid.
‘Ok, just tuning you in now.’ Mild mannered technician turns dial, frequencies
replace one another on a CONTINUUM OF INTENSITY.
Delectable fluid warmth, flow into and out of, release.
In WORDS of Burroughs, William.
Wallow in terminal sewer,
rather pleasant, in actual fact.
DEATH IS -ultimate voiding of the bowels.
COMMODIOUS VICUS OF RECIRCULATION.
As the dial is turned different kinds of
NEW HORIZONS come into focus
Altered capacities for feeling/OTHER INTENSTIES.
Lay beyond the curtain of the imaginable
Becomes commonplace/ what once was sweetest pleasure
Is now FORBIDDEN-
-Outside the sphere of the possible
Quite cloaked in shadows,
There is a current which carries...
The patterns on the surface are perpetually in process of disintegration
And reintegration in a different guise, each form just a suggestion,
((Flutter of the eyelid))
before the next in a fluid series
replaces it DISINTERGRATION )(REINTERGRATION
the tension between these,
MOVE and counter-move-
A SINGLE EVENT twined round a reel of Time.