Friday, November 26, 2010

Tip of the iceberg

In the darkness took shape a little being,
Of immaculately untainted conception,
A clarity of purpose, whose cold insensibilities
Had neither to do with the cloying excesses of social magnanimities
Nor the raging passions of self-perpetuation.
But a single-minded hunger to absorb images:
Without a sight for aesthetic fashions, indiscriminate hydroxyl groups,
To pulsating blue giants
To the great shadows of clouds in intergalactic wildernesses.
The hunger would burn up this being’s essence, yet was never sated
And while headed down the inevitable path of finitude,
Fear was as distant as its own beginnings.
In the twinkling of an eye (which it would have endeavored to absorb had it known of such a happenstance),
It would flit from world to world,
Nebula to solid rock,
Inferno to icy interstices, purged out by former solar systems.
Until in its great venture
It stopped before a lake of mercury,
A placid mass of improbable occurrence found under a coincidence of unlikely circumstance
That smacks of predestination OR, just as likely [sic] the projected intercrossing of two infinities of parameters:
Here catching a glimpse of self, and of all the imbibed realities available for visual consumption,
It set about documenting every set and subset of it own being,
A task which simultaneously fueled and exhausted its finite resources
Until stuck in a nauseating fractal of unending redocumentation of documented images.
The poor dumb beast, that neither desires nor resents you sympathies,
Stood frozen in an obese equilibrium, a stationary Niobe of unceasing activity.
If you find yourself in a quandary give thought to this that still stands by that forsaken lake on that tired world out there, and thank your stars that you have no purpose. Or that you do. Or something, something…moral.

3 Comments:

Blogger Akasuna no Sasori said...

I get immaculate conception and immaculate untainted conception, but what exactly is immaculately untainted conception?

The origin story was nice... seemed like something out of Conan, but post the pool of mercury I didn't get what was happening

27 November, 2010 12:21  
Blogger bryce beverlin II said...

...but you read it. and thought of it. and that's all that matters.

17 December, 2010 14:14  
Blogger bryce beverlin II said...

of course i didn't mean that in a chiding way, more of an overall experiential way. like when daisys get spelled with a "spilt"

18 December, 2010 16:11  

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