Inconstant light will update fortnightly from today. This has little to do with Mars. It is a consequence of irreversible thermodynamics, evolution beyond the axolotl, and causation.
With strong and weak nuclear forces,
you might try to bind every atom of your being,
to neither dissipate nor propagate. To build a bulwark
against living’s effervescence, you might try.
I visited the Martian Stereomart in Eridânia,
where the upper crust shop for fashionable
cryo-pastries from Terra, and in my meanders
à la mode, I found a bargain:
Synaptic inhalants at a one-day-only price,
mental modifications for the illusional
in a range of peachy retro flavors,
designer thoughts with after wheels for breakfast
and cardboard charioteers.
from a Pisa Tower
of sprays in shades
of blue, and accidentally
sent them tumbling to the floor.
As I began rebuilding, a chromatic stranger
paused to watch my progress,
and I babbled thoughtfully.
I fear that these synaptic sprays are more than
temporary illusions. My mind’s a jacket, torn,
re-stitched and stitched again,
alterations made to fit a shapeless void inside.
Those are not inhalants, the stranger warned,
they’re cleaning fluid for Martian windows,
but let me set your mind at ease.
When you gaze at your reflection in my mirrored eyes,
when you hear me tell you I am Deija Thoris,
the vitreous Martian Princess,
your mind is altered. With every sense perception,
your mind is altered. That is why you’re staring.
I checked the label on the spray
that I’d already sampled.
Her logic was imperturbable,
and not without contextual tragedy.
I’m as derivative as a featherless parrot,
disproportionate in every word I speak,
yet I recall that once we nearly met.
It was the day your royal guard invaded Wollongong,
ravaged it with solar-powered death rays.
So many conquests, I’m afraid it doesn’t ring a bell.
I shrugged. It’s a place that isn’t easy to remember,
and I almost thought a little further.
I’d caught a glimpse of a consequential path,
a promenade of reflections.
- strong and weak nuclear forces
- Deija Thoris, the Martian Princess of Glass, based on A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs. Dejah Thoris is the Red Martian Princess of Helium.
the night’s reflections (detail above) from VEE, the visual evolution engine, and TIM, the illustrated mind (EEG). VEE and TIM artworks are now at Artxio, a global online art market based in Sydney.