Millie, the librarian, and the employee who is seeking mythical Sheridarp have been debating whether it can be found on the rooftop of their Dreamwalk Library. Part 1 is here.
Certainty’s uncertain, I’m almost sure.
Lesser libraries might be networked to the greater,
according to the principle of megawasps,
and Dreamwalk might be part of Sonandinho.
So please, dear Millie, my librarian, my master,
might we go together to the rooftop?
Reluctant Millie half-agreed,
so we climbed a bookcase filled with stories,
stepped inside a wrought-iron elevator
and clambered from its roof into another,
thence upward through a stack
of stationary elevators, as we’d expected,*
before we finally reached the roof.
The morning sky was polarized,
honeycombed in indigo and gold,
burnt with cinnamon clouds and arching contrails,
dusted with formations of Solarian turistas,
while all around a desert waited;
beyond that desert, windy shards of glass
and razor wire vortices.
Millie made an explicatorial comment.
There are times of quickening,
when everything’s a jumble or a hologram or both,
when everything’s as obvious
as the truth that nothing is,
as the mystery of sanity.
I was unsatisfactorized.
Yesterday the world was everyday—
bitumen in traffic, pedestrians with magnolias for heads,
bipedaled signs that pointed out their end was distant.
No problemo, we can fix it later
with a range of legal medications.
I heard a sound, a buzz of circular saws,
of a hundred transformers with loose laminations,
and I looked up to see a swirling grey-scale cloud
—a swarm of wasps, in the shape of a wasp—
the mighty megawasp.
No, that’s only a kilowasp.
(Millie had read my notes.)
For a megawasp, you need
a cloud of kilowasps.
But I paid scant attention,
I didn’t even try imagining a gigawasp,
because the cloud was drawing nearer.
to continue to double digits or more likely, hexadecimal
*in the present context
- Polarized sky light is probably explained in the nature of light and colour in the open air by M G J Minnaert.
- I love unnecessary words like “explicate,” and they could even be useful if they had a distinct meaning. Often more syllables go with a more precise meaning, and there is a shortage of multisyllabic words which are vague or mean nothing; this issue needs to be addressed.
- Salvador Dali was fond of flower heads. Here is one.
the rooftop (part above) from VEE, the visual evolution engine, and TIM, the illustrated mind. The image is evolved from 10 minutes of my EEG, and the detail above shows the transition from writing poetry to listening to music, mostly in the left hemisphere (upper part).