INVISIBLE WORLDS
Things aren't what they seem and our
daily life is fraught with invisible presences.
A lithe unicorn of watery silver lives down in the
train tunnel, its coral hooves
clatter against
the common cobbles,
its mane of dart lightnings
flashes
right
and left as it
leaps out of sight past the next curve around
the corner.
Ophelia, gaunt, eternally wet, fluttering veils and
algae, hangs around
Laundromats and
appears with fragments of
sense and unified wholes of nonsense, slipping in among
bag ladies angry at everything and so
almost ignored, but
equally fragmented people behind
dark glasses recognize her and
her
desperate buoyancy.
Leviathans
heave up in fog, huge snouts and jaws of dark
amphibian flesh almost totally
invisible in the general
mistiness, especially
when the car is dead and the ignition makes that
dry clicking sound and the
motor won't turn over–that's when
Leviathan eyes
gleam leeringly deep underwater, impassive as bats.
And so on. The list is endless. Worlds are
enveloped within each other. Recognitions
are
furtive. The Lord of them all is
One.
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