Shells

hmg

Victory lap
I recall reading this years ago. It's by a blind scientist who became a world expert on shells using touch alone.

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luka

Well-known member
His back wax static. Opera catawauls from the drawing-room, absorbed by drape and soft furnishing. The listening fabrics.
Glide mellow prism...

Do we make it CRYSTAL or does it make us? Who writes The Writer? Who puts the fire in the crystal?

Dawn erupts in slow-motion. PRISMATIC BIRDS. Music, as sky softens. Sweet gazes.
Hellebores, nectar, phantasms.
The shells in Vegetable Empire are the pre-assigned narrative roles and character-markers, sun signs and star-patterns.
The crystal that closes and hardens around us.
Fugitive mollusc we slip out of the shell, amorphous again, sans organs. Toot!
Quince papers over the sky. Vessels open.
We try and remember what we used to know, gain access to the wider fields of knowing.
Magic marker time!
 
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