a cotlight in york (day 122)

(pic by lanny quarles on fb)

Parade of one hundred demons.

"...where light
Lay fitful in a tenebrific time?" --The Ring and the Book

"Even the hum may fade in the fire."

I had not thought to write a poem on Eirik
when i set out upon this sea of woe,
when i embarked upon this tour of Earth.

Of all the irritants to spark a pearl
many a snag's found mention in my book.
I had not thought to write a poem on Eirik.

Hazard & fumble serve as Vision's salt.
We translate as we may; i had wings to give
when i embarked upon this tour of Earth.

I wrought with gold & iridescent names
for ev'ry passing whisper out of Ghayb;
i had not thought to write a poem on Eirik.

Never we choose the contrails we create
though spurred as i by shadowy throngs & glare
when i embarked upon this tour of Earth.

Some night bird batters the panes. I direct my heart
where lions drowse among the baobabs.
I had not thought to write a poem on Eirik
when i embarked upon this tour of Earth.

Night parade.

"...science fiction became the man who ate the world: first by force in Hiroshima and eventually through the creepy extrusion of magic and madness into every aspect of common life until it was impossible to disentangle the two." --Barry N Malzberg (2018)

(via lofishing on tumblr)