Previously on Darklight: a traveller on his way to the moon to find Selena had a bit of a scare. Fortunately, the ibid bird arrived and explained away all his problems. Now he’s back on track. The first episode is here.
In a notional breeze of sleepy air and light bulbs,
the sailing carriage rocked and swayed.
The ibid bird was cooing, roosting in my hair,
and lulled by trickling traces of minds
that once were mine, I awoke
or fell asleep.
I found myself on another world
where endless rain was falling,
where all around me, outlandish forms
of cruel accreted concrete parodied
the urban warmth of humanity.
Wet and seeking shelter, I wandered
along avenues and byways, crossed
empty parking lots reserved
for non-human management,
until I found an entrance
to an uninviting cinder-block nest.
In the foyer, a heavy condensate had collected
on the ceiling. It fell in torpid drops,
and though I wouldn’t have called it rain,
it was, for all intents and purposes.
It pattered on the puddles in mildewed corridors,
in deserted alien offices and soggy auditoria,
where I heard the echoed splashes of my footsteps.
Not another soul passed by me in that dankness,
but I came upon the remnants of a rat-like creature
that once had died: a rhetorical device,
an encouragement to speak my mind,
although I chose to respect its personal space.
Who cares about Selena,
her moon-strung melancholia
and her analytic functions?
The lunar meditation bell is still,
there’ll be no more beads or chanting,
or secret paper wishes.
I’ll ignore the days that come in threes,
their dull laminate of the inanimate,
Not a hint of distant worlds,
I’m all tailless rationality now.
I thought I still might find some shelter
from the rain inside an extra-terrestrial
cupboard, or even come across an otherwordly
I didn’t know that what I sought was a signal,
a code that I could not decipher, an intimation
of otherness beyond the realms of fantasy.
- Based on places I’ve worked at, mostly realistic, brought to mind by the current measures to control the c-virus pandemic.
- The moon in Buddhism
Third version of inner space, short youtube video testing ALISA, adaptive layered image synthesis and automation.