Imaginería (Paris; 25 August 2012)

by totalcontrivance

I have this image
that is entirely mine
no one has ever seen it
before or after
but I guess I can
describe it to you.
(if you are there. are you there?
blink once if you are there.
close your eyes if you’re not.)

There is no risk,
in this case,
of mimesis
the image will
inevitably
take on different proportions
shades tinge
participation in reality
on the black
blank screen
that hangs
on the wall of your
mind
in the space between
eyelid and brain
(or something).

It goes growing
in STOP. motion
the roots grow
on different slips
of coloured paper
ripped out of books,
construction paper
like when we were
kids
and love was simpler

The different slips
replace each other
in STOP. motion
one over another
and in each
—flashing—
replacement
the roots of this
great tree grow
deeper into
the psyche
(or something)

The trunk is
BLACK
PROFOUND
STRETCHING
nearly to infinity
only to diverge
again
this time into branches
made out of
light
blinking

AND YOU, TOO; BLINK!
PICTURE it
loud, alive.
I think it is
the centre.

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