Suppose the story of how two diametrically-opposed mutually-exclusive stand-alone wholes might unite without loss of their individual essences went something like this:
It
might take place
at the intersection
between time and space
where
spectral spectacular
spectacle
spectators roam
fall off noses
on high
sniffing roses
between rows
of thorny
patched jean patches
because nobody
said if it wasn't
so
that this might
be that pulled
from a hat
the moment a
jewel distills
headlong into
a lotus
only to be seen
by a nearby
foggy frolic
froggy
Lilly pad
afloat almost
very bad
who thought
getting-off might
land hot water
down under
such a breach
in decorum
having dared
to tread
dread threads
worn dead bare
bonez
as if form might
actually need
to function
in some sort of
context
sorry to say
if all one need do
is show-up at
the party
um-um takes
like chicken
when played
needle spun lookie-loo
on a drum head groove
dancing heart
where leaves of
moonlit silver
drop
like falling knives
able to split
the soul
asunder.
What if magic was the animating principle of this world?
Should that be the first question ever asked?
From a forgotten season of reason?
Why did all go drop dead ahead?
Anyone heard if question quest made landfall?
It was decided the party should be thrown in the grove where the tombstones groove.
Because green buds grow almonds on dead branches there.
As flocks of blackbirds dart between knee bent limbs.
Since questions call forth for reply.
Making earthen things shake awake arisen.
To Isn't-Isn't played backwards all day.
That's how silence works.
It names names stone cold written.
Only then the dance began.
hot ice valley depression
dire fire melted astray
fallen concept reception
crack existence bask
sideways slide ride
taken hack aback
this and that
flown leaf blown
ground found rebound
dross loss boss cost
premeditation accepted
reversal inverse diverse
cliff hanger banger
beach speech bleached
came more ashore
home all alone
fool around bound
diatribe drizzle drivel
anything's thing
glad to rap
crumble rock talk
Commentary: What if heaven's door was found in hell's hallway?
