4.12.09

Circle

Bamboo canoe into the sacred mud. He came from the south, where Zend is pure and leprosy is not. He crawled, dizzy and soaked in blood, to the circle, once fire now ashes, devoured by blaze, profaned by jungle.
Men honour such god no more.
The man slept on and on where he had to. Strange woodsmen had spied upon his resting covered in leaves.

Dreamt of dreaming. Imposing such dream as a man. The project ate his soul. Wished nothing but sleep.
Chaos everywhere at first. Till the amphitheatre rose. Anatomy lessons begetting anxiety, magic teaching looking for intelligence. Only one could be redeemed to participate in the Universe.

Unable to expect from passivity. Obliterated all but individual. So alike his creator. Marvelled by his pupil progression. Nonetheless, catastrophe arose.
Emerged from dream that had been not. Clear insomnia had disheartened him. Tears full of angst because of non-useful visions. Realised how tiresome incoherent-matter modelling can be.

Purified himself. A beating heart was dreamt for a whole fortnight. Little by little, hair, organs and bones were envisioned but, as in gnostic cosmogonies, Adam couldn't wake.
About to shatter his work, devoted himself to that horse, tiger and tempest being who would awaken the son, then send him down the river and be glorified by a voice.

The dreamt awoke.

For two years enlightened about infinity and flame.
Dreadful déjà vu's.
Set the son was now. Beuseded to what shall become. Already handy to departure. The dreamer inflicted oblivion, so child could think of himself as man.

Victory and peace blurred by tedium. Before the rock image daydreamt of his unreal offspring worshiping by the circular ruins.
Pale the Universe and sound.
The absent kid fed on such perception.
Never ending ecstasy.

Told about a man in a northern temple who could tread upon fire.
Fire knew the son was a phantom.
Became tormented. Imagined the humiliation of knowing you are nothing but the projection of a human dream. Feared the simulacrum could be discovered. Various signs stopped his thought.
Cloud as lift as bird.
Sky as pink as leopard flesh.
Smoke rusting all night.
Beast panicking and fleeing.

What had been was once more.
Fire sanctuary destroyed by fire. Desired water but realised the blaze was to crown oldness. Concentric flames. Walked through the shreds. Caressed. Heatless. Finally resolved about it. Relief. Terror. Humiliation.
A simple daydream.

-To JLB

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