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Banish Air from Air

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn

smudged black as charcoal against the clear green light.

mouth of sunny air

Some rainbow coming from the fair!

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats.

Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

The moon slides down the stair

the sirens of the blue loop.

this world’s thin meridian

the migratory patterns of mankind.

ten year incubation.

Egg lipid quiche for brunch.

when hope and fear collide

greedy tussle for sugar water

see, the romance of electricity and animism

the feedback loops cross this mysterious divide.

“Platonic space shuttle.”

that an incorporeal spirit lurks within the self.

the evanescent flux of spoken language.

all the rain-colored seconds

Cinctures of golden plover glittered round the clear zenith of the ice-blue sky.

unforeseen circumstances

or the bloom on the dark skin of a plum.

slyly, the bitter rain in our mouths

They never find out that nothing happens

vicious flower

an irrational Demanding Philosophy

Negatively biased arbitrary inference

inference chaining

arise and illuminate.

harvest from the dark

The tent of thought

the invisible geography

The field of brightness

The game’s afoot and we’re called to it

hundreds or thousands of electric bulbs

seven-foot drop to the swirling black waters.

The barges and water taxis were few this night

the sealed snuffbox was still in his pocket

Where it pours bean green over blue.

spark bird

hound from heaven

The woof of darkness

Praise the rain; it brings more rain.

pink flames burning the clouds

Of strings in hollow shells

This is the ship of pearl

a shield of silver water

a thousand feet of sunlit air

Dead Sundays.

subliminal rumbling along the fault lines of the real.

on the far side of the looking-glass

a resonating psychic amplifier

surfing the dusty spray of the comet

Brazel’s Ranch.

The horizon of history bends into an asymptote

A girl’s imagination being chilled by no disagreeable experience

insistence of a fever dream.

Merge with the red light.

his critics did not forgive him the neologism of “crystallization.”

The wub survived the take-off, sound asleep in the hold of the ship.

and delivered it from the Nine Worms that lived

A whole City reduced to microscopic dimensions. Amazing.

“Do you hear me?” she whispered. “I think you’re the most wonderful cuckoo in the world.”

2-3-74

“What about cults?” Bard Sung-wu asked faintly.

. “Clearness be with you,” the robot rasped obediently, as Sung-wu climbed out.

“Good Elron!” Sung-wu exclaimed in horror. “Are you all untaught?”

Sung-wu pushed angrily forward. “I am a Bard, from the Central Chamber; do you people recognize this?”

He was the first Bard to wear a rosary of penicillin capsules.