It’s another ‘cheat’ day, which I know will actually please a few of you, as this is another in my Elemental series, which a few of you have told me you’re really enjoying. This one is Void.
Day 20: Chamois
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Stars puncture holes through space, I flew
there on otherwings, came back. There is not
much to tell, as any insomniac could
illuminate. The pinholes of stars photograph
us in all our feathers and love. The spirits
look through them, peepholes to the roots
and beets. Nothing to see, though. Flat
suffocation, light on the non-flesh, no
bounce, no weight—sucking in, hard. Like
that. Hard to describe, but believe me:
A circle without lines or curves. Organic
black without color. Mnd without voice.
No sound but silent out-gassing.
Skim-milk-colored stars. All-thought. You
can’t see the stars from out there, you can
only see them from here. Look up.
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