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    From soCinematic
    TOWARD A SCIENCE OF...
    Now playing SpaceCollective
    Where forward thinking terrestrials share ideas and information about the state of the species, their planet and the universe, living the lives of science fiction. Introduction
    Featuring Powers of Ten by Charles and Ray Eames, based on an idea by Kees Boeke.
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    the mirror and the sta(i)r(e)

    the mirror and the stare from metaevol

    i am ailing!
    i am ailing, in distuned repose-
    some c(h)ord of portent
    upends me now
    unbodied unquiet sleep,
    (where art thou?)

    i lurch suddenly,
    midsection constringed,
    toward the precipice
    whence you fell-
    what evil dream
    has come to life,
    as i slumber ill-astride?
    you've gone,
    yet-tied and strung.


    with umbilical taught,
    my body contorted,
    i brace myself-
    and rise.

    heels dug,
    the edge i seek,
    to stare that gaping black,
    consumed you.

    i can neither see acrost
    nor abreast this beast
    that preys in silence
    as we sleep.

    what blood was spilt
    so scorched the earth between us?

    not blood, but bile-
    vain sacrifice to venus?

    saught not the sky-
    no smoke,
    no fire;
    no altered winds,
    no change!
    instead we bound stale, rotting pools
    of stagnant fleshy wounds;
    and seeking thus yet motlen dea(p)ths
    it rent our rock in twain.

    thus boiling,
    burning,
    cloud comes
    churning,
    fills the growing space
    inside...
    the edge of you,
    the edge of me:
    our heart await demise.

    dis c(h)ord alone can save us,
    one must avoid the fall;
    so stand i must,
    to pull you up,
    lest death consume us all...

    a vantage into darkness!
    or...a vantage from within?
    a cord to climb,
    a twine to pull,
    survive this hell again.

    thus water quenches fire,
    and steam, it cleans the air,
    the two of us
    are two of one-
    the mirror
    and the stair.

    -158377
    2010.11.04:2043
    jmi
    metaevol


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