It was my Neuroboros epic poem (that spawned a novel of the same name) which is in the spirit of linked images, as in haiku or rather haikai --- "[the haikai no renku tradition from the early modern period of Japanese literature (poetry), ie. : 3 possible readings of each verse; there were poets competing for the next "link" in the chain of verses ]" (K Mazur, Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics, p. 1169)
In my Neuroboros however there are swells of overlapping voices, links and readings, with no strict syllabic count for each verse nor rhyme only that it maintains a somewhat melodic cadence, and that the verses adhere to a fundamental theme of "being as self absorption," and the primary images are comprised of the uroboric archetype's cluster of symbols as well as my "shape(s) of escape" (the arbiform, toroid, hourglass, nodal terminus, the neuron, etc.; this from my eventual doc. thesis, panapsida). These verses then are held together strictly by their imagery which is filled with piercings and constriction
Neuroboros (2013 edit)
From begin to bend
There perched an intent
Like a line across a line
That pierced the distance
Splayed this near into far
Glazed proud windows mullioned
With the spiral logic of frost.
White splintered there and then
Above us in that steaming room
Embedded glowing shards
Soft and hard ricocheting
From rippled plane and cylinder
To glistening, freshly drawn
Lessons of thirst pressed against
Again and against the drawing board
(this seizing sun, this courting hurt!...
But who can gather shifting blooms
Through aging pane or fathom
The oval disc of our longing, opal
Cloudy, like the fluid we are
When we come to our senses
Or soften the rasp of our being
Spiked meadow of metallic petals
Tread upon as we leave.
Piecemeal wisdom flickers like wounds
In the air, dark birds unaware they are
Chambered, wedged like pear
Sliced by chronic time-keepers: x and y)
Again and against the headboard
Time bleeds, has passed through pores
Like chromosome was spun. It
Puffs, blows toroidal frames
Of gift and lack, finds solace
In smoking as sun has sucked
The meristem, made the stem
To feed the life, stretched taut the skin
To pierce the skin, draw water in...
Draw line around the profligate and pure
Provider!—provide the shadows
And doors of force and faith
To wake, make ordinary truth and light
Know surface now and then for sure
Like a limb across a limb
Like a promise through a twirling
Prism
bends the highest good
brings you down like vodka
to the lowest denominator [...]
for crack o' dawn's sake, deeper deeper
up the basin, missing tribal link
of ignoble sausage
the interminable piss we are
taking river delta for granted
with hiked-up slip
into something more profitable
than auto-erotic divining
hype compounded ad fibonacci
distinct quantum state
of the heebeejeebee's
promising suck of cosmetic kisses
atums w'ankhing carbon 'nah-nah'
tubes dressing up to go down
denying magna carpal English
channel tunnel syndrome
big boom-box raving
angst roms of meiotic massage
manifest fractal chuckle
over global neighbor's hedge
row of good ol' boys' tweaking tack
shiny new potlached trail of mob
jammed justice orbs of fenced-in flame
the almighty griller flipping the bird
to the bees tail-wag dancing
the countless forged species
now plastic dingbats, drawled like
newly modeled gag world colony
dreideled Deus, branded golem
riddled brain turned inside out
sphincter to uncertain output
big toe ready to transmit
the suffering universal truth
we are stuck on ourselves
Mesmers and Himmlers suckling
magnetic bottles of panegyric
ancestral root carved from felled-tree
heritage eroding, rotting too easily
heir to unraveled glowing grudge
convecting worm of pandorina's eye
articulating loop and betti
numbered apse to moor the meek
peptide tug in stomata's bay firing-up
whetted, driven by sun
to call down moon to dance
pour milk into self
self into jar, into jar into sea
via Buenaventura
sanctify astral hopscotch
play fascia croquet
volley isthmus and straight
mobius marriage of frontiers
saved by the bells of Arco Santi
consummate oath of Argonauts’
cups to respirate chthonic trees
of parenthetical slate wiped clean
of numinous pantheon
indigenous hoop of consumption
circumscissile grip of blood money
donors banking on Bentham’s heavens
minting the mother meristem
syringe of epic proposition
to relinquish sow of violence
unwieldy chakra wobbling down
hoola halo, hail Halliburton
axiom of reducible earth
ulterior lines of fidelity
wrung from rosaries, the grunting
garrotes of gestalt
subduing pipe dreams
tormented by the hum unbecoming
of great men shouting
every tangent is a bulge
every niche a dimple
on the Venus of Willendorf
and there are naves in our fruit
collapsing like the first word
having the last say
Yet upon the beginning
Wrested from mortal minuend
The handsome chimera
That cloched horizons
Cradled the far within near.
This shattered window freed millions
Split the infinitely coiled hair of logic.
White waves dispersed there again
Around us in that gleaming doom
Embedded smoldering pyres
Very low and awfully high.
Nested plane within the cylinder—
Glistening and curdled flesh-drawn
Lessons, now thin and crackling
Stains upon the cutting board.
(sizing up sons, counting daughters!
Must we gather ripened fruit
Through sieve or fathom seed?
The torrential risk of clinging to waves
Returns lightly, like the ash we are
When we’ve lost all our senses
To the infernal rasp of being.
Arched paths applaud
our departure straight away.
And piecemeal wisdom flicks at our wounds.
We were fair, dark birds on sagging wind
Clamoring, wedged between stinging tears
Thrice cursed éminences grises'
Calumniated Domain: exit the wise.)
Again and against this shimmed door
Time beads up coronas and crusts.
What once was wondrous, now
Huffs, blows rhomboid the flags
Of shame and longing, finds solace
In smoking as men have choked
The myriad stars, took the life
To feed the life, stretched taut and thin
The malleable skins, screwed water in
Drew wire around the provisionally
Pure—privatized and provided
By the whores of forced faith
To shake, make corollary truth from lies
Know flight from murmuration
Sensual cadence from the fluttering
Hand of cynosure to the passing
Prompts of our Sun
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