Thursday, February 6, 2020

Apropos of Absolutely Nothing It Came, a Cruel Blessing, the Ultimate Low Note of an Organ Made of Ice or a Passing Night Train of Black Holes

Today's eyes' status, above, forgive me, they wouldn't share the inner eye photo



Once in a Knifetime



Franz Wright

Then he stopped
dead on the sidewalk
to overhear himself
say quite distinctly
I quit,
in his own words — 
be glad you weren’t there.
in the cerebral
combs, unprecedented
mass desertions, solar
It said
the lips moved
not, no thought was
taken. With massive finality
and apropos of absolutely
nothing it came,
a cruel blessing,
the ultimate low
note of an organ
made of ice or a passing
night train
of black holes. He
kept lying there — 
what else was he
supposed to do? — with watch
pressed to one ear, emitting
a molecular hum. (Ever wonder
how they fit a whole
hive inside one
of them?) Minute
hand starting to disappear,
such was its speed
by now; on his face
an expression
of guarded rapture.
No one could do a thing
for him now. They’d stop,
gaze down
in disgust
and concern, a moment before
they hurried on or,
without looking,
adroitly moved
around him, the way you would
dog shit. Invariably
in such cases there is a line
that no one crosses.
You know what
I’m getting at. Mainly
everyone just stands around
and waits for the arrival
of the ambulance; the mind simply stops, nothing,
silence. Then
the most silver,
the tiniest
of a fracture
like that of an ice cube
dropped in vodka
can be heard
around the world;
people freeze
at whatever they’re doing, and bow
their minds, those persistent
illusions in pain,
or shame. But all
is soon forgotten,
the sunlight appears
all at once like
a great shadow
and floats with the gas-like hush
throughout the twelve spokes,
the brilliant yellow darkness
of the twelve candlelit
hallways forever
abandoned, forever
emanating out from
the one central
hexagonal chamber
so much larger than all
the rest, in which
the young queen lies
dreaming, amazed,
eyes open wide
her lead-lined matchbox
rocking bed,
tits up
dead, immovable
sow, maggot
in color.