On the roof of the Dreamwalk Library, a Dark Solarian is draining Librarian Millie’s life force, and a fearsome kilowasp cloud (to the nearest power of ten) is descending. The library employee plans to offer his own life force, if he has any, to save Millie, and no-one cares what the penguins are doing.
In my penultimate moments,
I decided I’d reveal my inner life.
You make me nervous, Millie,
you’re not as librarian as you appear.
You’ve taken me so far from science,
my mind is burning in a consequential fire,
and I’d like a coffee.
Fantasies and caffeine, all a-tangle
in your heroic hair. For now,
please keep the penguins company.
Millie’s life force was a showering of refractive light,
dewdrops on a shattered windscreen,
a glister, a precipitate in the air.
She addressed the Dark Solarian.
Poor parasite you are,
always seeking life you can’t possess.
What you steal will leave you
after nightfall, lost in the lunar realm.
You’ve drained enough of me,
it’s time to go.
But the creature came even closer,
and the flux of Millie’s fluid light intensified.
She waited for a time, then threw her arms
around the Dark Solarian.
Let’s consummate our parasite-host relationship.
A solar flare of Millie’s animatric energy
enveloped the sorry creature.
It tried to pull away, to disconnect,
but it was several lines too late.
Matter and antimatter,
in their uncomfortable alliance,
mostly text each other;
minds and anti-minds, over and beneath,
may never touch;
and parasitic anti-dreams
may never meld with the other kind.
Millie’s being, her dream of luminiferous living,
had no time for dreary dead-end parasites.
As she held it, its anti-thoughts were annihilated:
the Dark Solarian imploded in blossoming ultraviolets.
I fumbled in my pockets for my dime store sunnies,
but only found a sparrow.
When the after images had faded and I could see again,
I saw Millie, slightly flushed.
She’d drawn the energy back to herself,
and the parasite Solarian was a pile of dust,
or else the rooftop needed sweeping.
I work for her, I told the nearest penguin,
who was wearing welding goggles.
when Millie raised her arms
and sent a fireball of energy
(superfluous to requirements)
It burnt the kilo-cloud of wasps
to showering cinders,
the remnants of a thousand insects
that were surely guilty of something.
The penguins wear welding goggles to be sure they see world as it truly is.
is luminiferous a word? (detail above), entirely from 10 minutes of my EEG via VEE, the visual evolution engine, and TIM, the illustrated mind software.