This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
Copyright 2006 Danny Adams Originally appeared in Mythic Delirium Globs of mankind-wrathborn pus blur prophecy seep into the skeins of fate collecting, hardening destiny Until the music of the spheres is stilled, life twisting in on itself as a great knot unseen through squinted clairvoyance—the future touched too close to my infection. Unbound, dissolving tomorrows unweaving thickening disease perverts shapes of things to come My mangled visions-architectures of doom, symmetry of predictions--become the things themselves, eluding existence and the divine will, the ultimate self-fulfilling flight. Fragments glued by my infection in misaligned layers seep from the present as molten stone, or dying candles. The collective will of humanity chaining its own destiny hardens, Flakes away from my third eye, mingles with the dust of ages starving time, eating space, Running unchecked through my psychic optic nerve Until it colors my brain, finishing
Adams with a flourish laughing at the universe, mocking visions, Wrapping itself around a wheel of fire unquenched by rivers of stars. Desire is the tableau of every tomorrow.
/ “Conjunctivitis” (Stanza continues)