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The Guide who walks through Worlds
Stalks…
as Light-surrounded Darkness.
Transluscent and sinuous
[ its transcendent nature ]
extends dendritic tentacled horns
to feel into the next world
The one that knows and
shows
the way
through veils of noise and silence
alike
trance-like
crashing, gliding, flowing thrashing
growing its feelers out…
yet always with the movement carries
its stillness Within
Through morphing fields of unknown worlds
devoured by time
devours the yearning
wherever it goes…
It takes you with it
and shakes you…
to a core unknown to you
before the spirit took you
Hand and hoof and antler held
wings and heart and breath propelled
with both eyes drawn, sucked into
the cyclone-cyclope portal well
the fountain long now longed for
a funnel into to which to pour
your subtle substance into
It glides
skeletonised, in its disjointed flowing
one limb in one world, another in another
another in another and another in another….
galactic vortex spinning mind
and branching horns, curved sharpened thorns
tear into SpaceTime-fabric
a trail of nebulae streaming in its wake
Pushing the precipice of understanding
into dimensions before unknown
and then beyond
u n k n o w a b l e .
An Invocation on Canvas....
Initial sketch - first seed of the project, from 2017.