“…the scales of musical light began
to darken and in their place grew dark
humps and fins”
- Wilson Harris, Heartland (1964)
Already here . value^stops at consumer loading
docks soon resizing + Avenues where If you see people!
Yes, wonder how our bed stalls trade . Mondays
knocking couldn’t come faster.
Sometimes in motion round the world cravings
wash ashore in bubble wrap | we started using
sunshades since the find^remove flame currency
+ Gwan da side swipes.
iPlumb Depts. offer crevice sluice tools; they staple
honorary chips on foreshore heads, pave back
work habit strain . the ankle part of our future
mending still.
^
\ Old cane^banana feelers tried . fearing
for each other; field power cuts wouldn’t
allow stretch bonding | most nights they prayed
love over life would spill grow even.
\ Watch how events flash . now through
memory drive account; pregnancy uncouples,
forest first feet pause sensing | this shuffles everyone,
sources everything.
– W.W.
THE RECEIVER
He is the end of the longest road
to what he is ready to receive.
No Buddha, nor any Christ, no God
except as through all of us IT breathes.
But to what degree of consciousness
of the spiritus within the spine?
Till what possesses us we possess,
not Love’s realm, only theirs | ours | yours | mine.
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(from “Readiness”, by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 