Infatuations, adapted from full poem here—

When the world was flat,
I was lost in a dream
that was not my own,
in a mistaken reality.

By day, I pored over fallen strips
of paperbark—ancient
indecipherable manuscripts—
and hid in shadows and penumbras
beyond the reach of colour.

When the sunset exhaled
the cloying sweetness
of a lonely night,
hollow laughter and
awkward
pauses,
I fled into the tunnels
of darklight, wandering
forlorn city streets.

I sought the lost planet,
or Verne’s projectile arcing
upwards to the moon—
a cathode-ray-tube
replay.

Once, I came across
a silhouette beneath
a streetlamp, who recited
his chiaroscuro soliloquy:

“I’ve never renormalised
my pride, my dreams, or
my infatuations.
That part of me
has never grown up.”

Out now, a collaboration between the euphonic author Eugen Bacon & the somewhat author & artist Inconstant Light: Texture of Silence, a collection of illustrated prose poetry from Independent Legions; and Purpose of Reality, illustrated collections of poetry and stories in two volumes from Meerkat Press. Click titles for details.

art video

Infatuations (no AI in the creation of this art video). Part of the Beyond AI Project, evolved by the Visual Evolution Engine, my software that seeks unimagined realms, with Cyclic Nonlinear Desaturation & Ultracubism. Art and poetry also on Instagram.