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8 Black Warrior Review
Aristilde Kirby
Artist’s Statement
The essence of this work as a whole is Lettrisme as a whole, but specifically Isidore Isou’s “Sonnet Infinitésimal No.3” (1958). Lettrisme offered me dramatically new ways of envisioning the word alongside concrete & sound poetry, but the SI, for short, was exemplar of Isou’s idea of Art infinitésimal, that couldn’t really made (?), but gives aesthetic revelations in contemplation of its depths. When I first glanced it, years ago, it was really interesting. There was something enticing about the form that made me want to decode it. I saved the image, but I went no further with it, until last year, where it kept catching my eye. I saw the section sign, AKA the silcrow or the scillicet (Latin for it is permitted to know) & noticed it reminded me of the hilt of a sword: the guard, grip & pommel, looking at it from the very front, as if the blade was pointed at you. That set my mind to work—I looked up what the symbol was used for, learned its names. Later that year, I had a conversation with Avren Keating about the nature of translation, what it meant to me, in a tweet thread beginning with a post I had made with an image of Isou’s SI, & by the end of it, I knew I had my skeleton key to a rosetta stone, it was permitted to know. All I had to do was stab, twist, & release the bolt. I saw that if one inverted the bottom ‘s’ & overlapped it over the first, it’d form 8, the shape of the Moebius strip. It was then I saw the locus of Isou’s technique, the mot juste on an atomic level, symbolism in its primacy. The SI wasn’t made to be “understood,” as this sentence makes itself out to be, but it was made to be a motherboard for poetic permutation. Using translation as a means to make said transmutation happen, here’s a line by line translation of all of the sonnet’s 14 in varying degrees. The translations only happen on the poems to the left most side, the right poems past the map of the SI herein are supplements to the story & characters, making 28 total poems. Those 14 poems on the left are the land that makes the map legendary, for me. This is my metagraphie supertemporelle. I use my skillset as best as
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I could at the time, & this is just one chapbook in a planned set of 13 more works. One of which I’m very fortunate, lucky, to present to you now—shout out BWR. The next is “Sonnet Infinitésimal n°3 / Everything Is Beautiful n°11”. For more in-depth craft notes in regards to method, & divulgences on a social / poetic / personal scale please read L’EYENDA / EMENDER on the BWR website when it comes out! To the debridal of the world as we know it for the regeneration of the world as we need it. [‘cause we are living in a material world / & I am a material girl]
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A bouquet of everlasting hydrangeas for the following: Kay Gabriel, Stephen Ira, Liam
O’Brien, & Rylee Lyman of Les Vetchiennes - Rachel Levitsky & Ana Paula Simões,
the Belladonnas—an. cinquepalmi, Frida Palacios, Thel Seraphim, Avren Keating,
Brooke Larson, Kris Leggett, James Pascua, Stephanie Mathis, Sylvia Thach, Hue
Nguyen, Megan Smith, & Renee Carter - all of whom are my friends.
& for everyone like me I wish a world void of murder, marginalization
& suffering.
\- - *~à~* - - /
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~j o y e u x~
{l’ette-risa-hime}
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for lil’ wander,
heiress of stillness
The black unicorn was mistaken
for a shadow or symbol
and taken
through a cold country
where mist painted mockeries
of my fury.
It is not on her lap where the horn rests
but deep in her moonpit
growing.
—from audre lorde | the black unicorn
Young unicorns snatched
from the impossible skies
precious horns, ordinary chainsaws
In a dead infection a desk drawer
full of blurry sunflowers
Under your bare feet
are only symptomatic
of the monster i have become
—from pig destroyer | pixie
There’s something wrong with me
That’s why I wrote this note
I’ve joined the writers
who believe they have the antidote
13Kirby
{You picked up Dimension Dagger � Voyeureuse �!▽}
{You looked into its lustrous glare . . . ▽}
{whose look pierces back through into you. ▽}
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[hyper-lyrical chronicle of dot-matrix split & helix slasher]
[Helianthus decapetalus x Ipomoea alba ‘Moonflower’]
[Translated sonnet infinitésimal, 2017]
this work is based off of Isidore Isou’s “Sonnet infinitésimal n°3” (1958)
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Beheaded Aparajita / Obelism Éclisser
Cherry Croissant / Paradi 0
Dog of Diana / la Dyadeinesse
Harmony, Finally / Sing, Paraselene
Wishboned Qualia / Tuning Fucked
Letters to Cicatrix / Bleed Dirac Sea#
Silver Bullet / Gunmetal Grayed
Iron Resolver / Céline Reloaded
la Vertigonisse / Rift Paradis
Paradise Rind / Sundae Bell
Cnidarietta / Pomegranate
Paradie I / Paradies II
Divorce / Lunairetic
Prominence / Debridal
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| A
| C
| T
| I
| AA
| CC
| TT
| II
| AAA
| CCC
| TTT
| III
| ACTIVE
| FINALE
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VIII:
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XI:
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XIII:
XIV:
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a person caret-weight, umlaut-bit vampiric:
a black pearl fairy unto a shellac setting;
a ligature girl like a crossguard as lyric,
an epoch calyce trophy half-said begetting.
Lis Crow, Lis Crow! Grow slashedged, pyric!
Parent’s thesis for an evolution of a worm:
beheaded, my body divid to mirror aspheric;
a grand ball of extremities sperm to herme,
from mortal hurt to your you portal hearse;
The first symbol corresponds to the second,
& a Monroe stud rose in stature biodiverse:
83% being suffuse in query, hexedit fecund,
yr mutated blank-faced emote clips off map;
sits on dimension lip, bullet turned black.
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I: Beheaded Aparajita / Obelism Éclisser
Sonnet Infinitésimal
� §%§%^¨= (o) ' '' ½; /§/§/! ,;:( ' " ' ") )o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -”’-”’_/�&°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° / ./°& &! ‘-”’ _/=+) °( : ) ’”’”) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ()()(½) §%°&o
? , ; . ¨ . ’ / -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ()()(½) &%;§;
-) ¨ ^%%% §! §! §! ... ++” ’ ++?( ) §%°&o
&° ° +=+° ½ ’ ”-/ ?,?, §%°&½_/_/() &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ()½=½=;.
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ , ? , ? ( ) ? ! ?^^¨
( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
=== ¨ ^ ¨ ! “ ’ ” ° ( )!,!&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ()?!?^^¨
+) (+...+) “’”’”’ ,½½½½½,_/ §%§%§%&&%§
¨’”^¨o o ¨^’” ///^¨ ’ ” ° ° °?-/ §%§%§%&&%§
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double-edged and too late for pastel gothic,
she’s like fuck it & donnas t.u.k creepers
with easter blue kneesocks, a bandaid lick
below her left eye a fleshtone of dniepers.
amassive maiden of street harassment, sick
& tired with ignoring every day’s familiar
ogres, with one “nice ass” she snaps quick
& here’s where some critics say her illure
led to whom bled next—that she was wrong
for daring to hid her clit, dick, whatever
excuse desired to bore their antifem prong.
She was shot. . .You don’t believe it? Never?
I wish I could talk about Lis more, dearie,
but, y’know, death eclipses all analysands.
| “Every insult I hear back
| darkens into a beauty mark”
| —Christine and the Queens | Half-Ladies
| “Are you tryin’ to put a stain
| in Bambi’s beautiful, pure body?”
|—Bambi, from Atsushi Kaneko’s Bambi and Her
| Pink Gun
| “Piero: What are you writing?
| Vittoria: I’m translating some Spanish.
| Piero: How do you say “I want to come up” in
| Spanish?
| Vittoria: You say, “You can’t”. Tough language,
| isn’t it?”
| —from Michelangelo Antonioni’s L’Eclisse
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eating a pretzel in the shadow of a 4D sun,
+ watching you die x2 thru an oreo edgecap
from its obsidian compact, I lick with fun
my candied mirror from that black hole gap
you slipped into some one more warmer spun
eating a pastel in the shadow of a 4D slug,
a person eclipsed nonplussed by a head one.
crestfallen on planar vermillion, so shrug
the planets cast upon galaxial half & half.
a beauty mark cutlass sans a body scabbard,
what’s a slasher to do as handless epitaph?
& she’s disassociated again! un yr bastard
son, turn it back, like a capsized ship as
a half-kiss moon sunken as a smile in skin.
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II: Cherry Croissant / Paradi 0
Sonnet Infinitésimal
§%§%^¨ = ( o ) ‘ ‘ ’ ½; /§/§/! , ; : ( ‘ ” ’”))o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -”’-”’_/�&°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° / ./°& &! ’-”’ _/=+) ° �( : )’”’”) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ()()(½) §%°&o
? , ; . ¨ . ’ / -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ()()(½) &%;§;
-) ¨ ^%%% §! §! §! ... ++” ’ ++?( ) §%°&o
&° ° +=+° ½ ’ ”-/ ?,?, §%°&½_/_/() &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ()½=½=;.
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ , ? , ? ( ) ? ! ?^^¨
( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
=== ¨ ^ ¨ ! “ ’ ” ° ( )!,!&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ()?!?^^¨
+) (+...+) “’”’”’ ,½½½½½,_/ §%§%§%&&%§
¨’”^¨o o ¨^’” ///^¨ ’ ” ° ° °?-/ §%§%§%&&%§
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“Xxxxxx Xxxxx—fatally wounded in Paradies
Black Forests yesterday morning, was found
next to a cake knife & baskets of pastries.
The prints of the deceased found outbounds
upon the handle—& with traces of pastis
mark smeared by the perpetrator in a fight
that brokeout during Hunthour—Dct. Tracy
Logan, says it’s just about damn yea right
an open & shut case—The testimonies from
the victim, who’d wished to stay anonymous,
invoked the Plant Your Ground laws. & some
have remarked that it was not an anomalous
use of the loved self-defense legislations.
More on this story, eh not really, @ 13:00.”
| “There’s been an accident
| at the house built out of sticks
| I will miss that Little Piggy. . .
| I can’t believe this. . .
| There’s been one more victim. . .
| but I don’t know his name,
| and the wolf’s got a taste for bacon,
| it’s just part of the game. . .”
| “It seems too sad to call this home /
| However, I’ve had time to think /
| about the past, and what went wrong /
| I’m running out of ink!”
| —He Is Legend | 7. The Walls Have Teeth
| | 8. Do You Think I’m Pretty?
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gemini navel piercing scare quotes a paint
-filled chevron scar, an emblem of service.
you prism forth the patterns, mirror faint,
3 pills a day escalating her wait, nervous
eyes dilate glitch raise? Ligands stellate!
Service is a laminate that keeps to of you
display hissy traits as beheld constraints
but you eschewed for a free miss minus too,
now a polydentate formal donation, darling.
Your dead name and your daed you, forgiven.
A hyperwoman sent beyond flat 3D starlings,
you aren’t beautiful, yr a headspace riven
parhelion ichor pet acrylic along horizons
airbrushing to be cut incisoring eye teeth.
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III: Dog of Diana / la Dyadeinesse
Sonnet Infinitésimal
§%§%^¨ = ( o ) ‘ ‘ ’ ½; /§/§/! , ; : ( ‘ ” ’”))o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-”’_/=+)° �(:) ’ ” ’ ” ) ) o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+�
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ()()(½) §%°&o
? , ; . ¨ . ’ / -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ()()(½) &%;§;
-) ¨ ^%%% §! §! §! ... ++” ’ ++?( ) §%°&o
&° ° +=+° ½ ’ ”-/ ?,?, §%°&½_/_/() &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ()½=½=;.
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ , ? , ? ( ) ? ! ?^^¨
( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ̈ §§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
=== ̈ ̂ ̈ ! “ ’ ” ° ( )!,!&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ()?!?^^¨
+) (+...+) “’”’”’ ,½½½½½,_/ §%§%§%&&%§
¨’”^¨o o ̈ ^’” ///^¨ ’ ” ° ° °?-/ §%§%§%&&%§
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When news breaks. . .you never see she lived,
just that she died. Lis enjoyed croissants
cherry jellie stuffed, scented marker nibs,
warm sand. She really kinda hates her aunt.
Her speech styled on the sides of the glib.
She loved the moon, as well as anyone else.
& more so when she took 3 pills, & strived
to be at her heals & to long like sunbelts,
or a misty greyhound in midsts of a sprint.
At her Leahs, a meadow of the body even as
her navelearth yawns, binds & then encysts
her comatose being—Her sac sheds its has,
& signed her metaplastic spirit & minotaur
piercings she received & cleaned last week.
| “Now I lay me down to sleep /
| I pray the lord my soul to keep /
| And if I die before I wake, /
| That’s just my luck, that’s just my luck. /
| They never told me they were going to /
| put me away / I am not insane. / I am not /
| crazy. / I made a magic wand today, maybe /
| I’ll wish myself away, / next to the ocean
| where birds sing, / these are a / few of my /
| favorite / things.”
|
| —He Is Legend
| 8. Do You Think I Am Pretty?
| “Whosoever is a wolf to man
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You didn’t like a universe who’d done this
to we, so together, I take cleave of every
now departed mean with a silver halo gliss.
At half-power, Lis tears a page in reverie
from the spine of life with an antikinesis
that killed you too across fifty timelines!
Logical conclusion of antimaterialism hiss?
& the mind as a uniquely awry mental place?
If you don’t think you can make a space in
the world for yourself, then you won’t. If
people kill you in trying, a more linchpin
you’ll be. You look to the mirror so stiff
& see nothing vanished as a hid hieroglyph.
I understood, and was beheaded for my fear
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IV: Harmony, Finally / Sing, Paraselene
Sonnet Infinitésimal
§%§%^¨ = ( o ) ‘ ‘ ’ ½; /§/§/! , ; : ( ‘ ” ’”))o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
�-)=-=-=½;§!¨&%%%%%?&?()()(½)§%°&o�
? , ; . ¨ . ’ / -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ()()(½) &%;§;
-) ¨ ^%%% §! §! §! ... ++” ’ ++?( ) §%°&o
&° ° +=+° ½ ’ ”-/ ?,?, §%°&½_/_/() &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ()½=½=;.
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ , ? , ? ( ) ? ! ?^^¨
( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
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The teeth of her skies opened wides to eat
itself—& yr world vanishes as shellfires
fade in an armistice—no traces, but heat
of buried casings—a case closed by liars
who had doctored a red helix on their beat
to a scene sliced with her cake knife upon
the cutting room floors along my metasuite
behind space’s dimensional doors, evermore.
In Lis’ blind spots, she was ready to sing
like a canary at this, ab-avoided, reality
no-one humored. Paraselene sees everything.
Two beings of light converse, & latchkeyed
via shared verges & a mutual space between.
Now a rosy fingered pawn moves a grayqueen.
| is a wolf, not a man.”
|—from Bertolt Brecht’s
| Is Communism Exclusive?
| “It’s just you and me /
| The execution of all things”
| —from Rilo Kiley
| The Execution of All Things
| “There’s a monster in my room /
| Well, he got hungry / licked his lips,
| he shook my hand / and tried to eat me /
| And it’s getting on my nerves /
| I’m trying / hard not to meet you when I am
| sleeping.
| (Still I don’t know how to kill you. . .)
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& bodied for yr courage, merged amalgamate.
Gotta skirt death to live forever, I guess?
To be buried in black is a worms best fate,
a fasciated wink, caterpillaring eyelashes.
To be a head who a knows—how to regenerate
from a piece of self is a hilt who clashes
against a shielded negative quoting phrase
that shocks, like some uncoated cut cables.
A metal tuning fork broke a noisome melody.
I am the lone daughter of a manufracturing.
I give off-light, not because I am ecstasy,
but a heresy against ideas of sky coloring.
They want me blue & bruised to this—yet,
in the twilight palettes her precious mean.
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V: Wishboned Alchemy / Tuning Fucked
Sonnet Infinitésimal
§%§%^¨ = ( o ) ‘ ‘ ’ ½; /§/§/! , ; : ( ‘ ” ’”))o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
�?,;.¨.’/ -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ( ) ( ) ( ½ ) &%; § ;�
-) ¨ ^%%% §! §! §! ... ++” ’ ++?( ) §%°&o
&° ° +=+° ½ ’ ”-/ ?,?, §%°&½_/_/() &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ()½=½=;.
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( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
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When her tuning is off, she turns the keys
on her axe to her desired tones, naturally.
Must she, again, shred deathmetal reprise?
Well, do kill the murderers & then call me,
maybe? I was born nine years afore release
of Decapitated’s best—Winds of Creation,
on April 11th. I consider it my time piece,
it’s in my blood—a parfait illustration
of my logos for our indecipherable futures.
& yet my watch is as faceless as my wrists,
& I won’t tell a time tearing into sutures.
& all I ever desired was to carve gorgeous
this acephalous sentence of a sad universe,
which says we’ve no life to live or thrive.
| Yet, I think I can.”
| —from He Is Legend | 2. Eating A Book
| “is it my fault that i am a human being?
| i wont forget how the wind was blowing
| in your gardens / i was your knight, /
| i was a traitor / i, created to die, /
| to fall into the abyss my existence for
| you to have your flower / your gardens
| grow on my soul / the roots of your trees
| draw juice from my blood / & yield fruit
| from my wounds / your world comes from my
| pain / my wandering, your triumph. my cry:
| for you to exist / my feelings, longing,
| & rebellion / unfulfilled, unreal but i
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And she cut a bisected moonscape in halves
of everything severing severine stony like
a frozen moonpie sliced in two. Gore haves
of entrailing sweetness, & how she strikes,
who she savors. A girl as cute saber raves
with no one to save her. Time, when ceased,
stops. Time with you, confused, space gave
& engraves the future plotline we’d seised.
Crow! Cutlass! Cicatrix! Timelines ellipse
& I cannot find that cord to draw yr coeur
to court. A splintering infinite outstrips
with the peel of that Dagger of the Voyeur
the copse planted in Paradies Black Forest.
I search on, crossing planes for your void?
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VI: Letters to Cicatrix / Bleed D.I.R.A.C# Sea
Sonnet Infinitésimal
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≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
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�-) ̈ ̂ %%% § ! § ! § ! ... ++” ’ ++?() §%°&o �
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‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ()½=½=;.
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ , ? , ? ( ) ? ! ?^^¨
( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
=== ¨ ^ ¨ ! “ ’ ” ° ( )!,!&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ()?!?^^¨
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¨’”^¨o o ¨^’” ///^¨ ’ ” ° ° °?-/ §%§%§%&&%§
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The Inelegant Dirac Sea was percieved as a
space—agujeros sin fin—drops as zeroes,
which sucks—if you claim culture isn’t a
void. The framing of the world as an erose
space, this reign of these negative stratae
states that to exist is an entombed vacuum.
People kill others for wormhole sense-data,
they fill the grated gaps, never to exhume
all these dead-ends, said to point nowhere.
Next, Lis’ signature positron blade alters
all fates. Can you imagine: a mirror pared
from its other reflected edge? la Faulter:
� Nanon � slit a rift in her self-inversed
shed & fractals events of its causal twins.
| last & i’ll be a thorn in your eye forever.”
| —from Decapitated | The First Damned
| “I’ve got to find—to find the princess
| she’s in another castle—& I’m dancing
| with the Capulet, we’re so crazy in love”
| —from He Is Legend | 1. The Seduction
| “Can you find my angel?
| She crawled under the bed”
| —from He Is Legend | 3. The Creature Walks
| “Just as light pours in the room
| I saw it once (I saw it once)
| It disappeared and so did you”
| —from He Is Legend
| 4. The Greatest Actor Alive or Dead
(Enters Stage Right)
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Crossing phrases, as your body rhymes with
mine. I’d yet to know that in the meantime
as Céline saw all matter pared. A monolith
of the real into twain, like, totally mime.
In the lead city a ball parting with width
gray. So too were the kids, to a tire iron,
one side equaled the other. It was no myth,
the half-degreed hot day, halved and pryor,
the buildings, the street she was on going
more parallel from the one Lis was shot on,
half phases said, “How?,?” she had thought,
still whole though, in perfect color, gone
from the world as she knew it, so slow, so
silvered. Also Lis, in cold blood, severed.
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VII: Silver Bullet / Gunmetal Grayed
Sonnet Infinitésimal
§%§%^¨ = ( o ) ‘ ‘ ’ ½; /§/§/! , ; : ( ‘ ” ’”))o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
?,;.¨.’/ -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ( ) ( ) ( ½ ) &%; § ;
-) ¨ ^%%% § ! § ! § ! ... ++” ’ ++?() � §%°&o
&°° +=+° ½’”-/ ?,?, §%°&½ _/ _/( ) &%;§;�
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ()½=½=;.
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ , ? , ? ( ) ? ! ?^^¨
( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
=== ¨ ^ ¨ ! “ ’ ” ° ( )!,!&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ()?!?^^¨
+) (+...+) “’”’”’ ,½½½½½,_/ §%§%§%&&%§
¨’”^¨o o ¨^’” ///^¨ ’ ” ° ° °?-/ §%§%§%&&%§
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It was like time stopped & beholds a split
headache, the hurt although still—extant,
in antimatter, preserved not so in an emit
formaldehyde, but set fossilized, excedent,
in amber. Across a city block she heard it,
a shot. Cél stirs—shocked, some were not.
They’d no time to, before the freeze, omit
their peace, for some, it was hard to blot.
& just like that Cél found herself encased
in a pause’s gradient, separate of a world
as it was. A moment around her neck braced
as a precious locket in hand while unfurls
an earthquake. An albatross keeping a date
she left alone after her tattoo shift ends.
| “It’s getting late, I’m coming home
| I picked this rose for you
| I’ve been away searching for oceans
| With time to kill. . .
| You better buy a gun—I’ve seen them
| watching you. The old man and his son,
| “Can you find my angel?
| they’ve been studying your moves. . .
| And I can’t wait—‘til I can sleep in
| late—maybe I’ll miss you then—with
| no garden to tend. . .
| I’m your gardener (oh no, oh no, oh no,
| oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.)”
| —from He Is Legend | 5. China White
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Eternity rendered exponential, a reel rips
on both edges of her edge a phrase phasing
as she, petrified upon another end, shifts.
If time stopped, Cél thought, start moving.
She can be saved, although her heart trips
to a steely pause—in suspended animation.
So did Cél’s as she sees Lis’s torso drips.
She can ship her to the ER, said carnation,
& place it there, so they could take to it
immediately. But first, she’d have to stop
the bleeding! So Cél decided she’d do flit;
in the valley of an alley lifted by zero-g.
from the world as she knew it, so slow, so
& so expanded an entire gruesome crimeseen.
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VIII: Iron Resolver / Céline Reloaded
Sonnet Infinitésimal
§%§%^¨ = ( o ) ‘ ‘ ’ ½; /§/§/! , ; : ( ‘ ” ’”))o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
?,;.¨.’/ -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ( ) ( ) ( ½ ) &%; § ;
-) ¨ ^%%% § ! § ! § ! ... ++” ’ ++?() §%°&o
&°° +=+° ½’”-/ ?,?, §%°&½ _/ _/( ) &%;§;
�‘”& /̂^&°&+&°+^§‘%§’%^½½½!()½=½=;�
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ , ? , ? ( ) ? ! ?^^¨
( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
=== ¨ ^ ¨ ! “ ’ ” ° ( )!,!&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ()?!?^^¨
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¨’”^¨o o ¨^’” ///^¨ ’ ” ° ° °?-/ §%§%§%&&%§
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So she goes through every timeline she can,
trying to make up for the times she flaked
on Lis through out these fractals, she ran,
killing each of Lis’ murderers, one staked
by one. They disappeared to sand, lifespan
like the vampires in Buffy. Yet the future
refused to change—Her combat knife began
to dull. She felt she’d cut, & not sutured.
She who ghosted had now been ghosted & yet
now she had time to get to know Lis’ lived
reality, her amen perseverance thru a bête
who put her in a rigged roulette underived.
Cél saw the gash in every scene, to ribbon
she lacerated every plane. Cél too is free.
| “I’ll just keep waiting—You’ll just keep
| waiting. I’ll just keep waiting—You’ll
| just keep waiting. I’ll just keep waiting
| you’ll just keep waiting—I’ll just keep
| waiting. Obsession, obsessive, obsessed,
| abscess.”
| —from Between The Buried & Me
| The Decade of Statues
|
| “We always thought that we had time—to let
| the dead bury their own—& what is this
| that’s trying to slow me down? Feels like the
| the deadweight of all our broken promises &
| every
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As her feet hovered just above the asphalt
the world begins to spin in her head again.
Her double negative to zeroth power faults
her mind. And, as Cél hits the street then
she cries: for what she’s seen & her exalt.
She took a sec to come to, brace her break,
and set to her task, or try. Her eyes halt
over Lis’ severed body, stonefaced, flakes
as ash in a wind. A blackbody beauty marks
her cheek like a fist of mars, and steamed
like its imprint. A bullet transmuted dark.
Questions: why & how? a true shock. Beamed,
her frozen twin tear streams—& voidslash.
No one else in the world caret like Céline.
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IX: la Vertigonisse / Rift Paradis
Sonnet Infinitésimal
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≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ̈ &%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
?,;.¨.’/ -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ( ) ( ) ( ½ ) &%; § ;
-) ¨ ^%%% § ! § ! § ! ... ++” ’ ++?() §%°&o
&°° +=+° ½’”-/ ?,?, §%°&½ _/ _/( ) &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ( )½=½=;
� ( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ̂ ,?,? ( ) ? ! ?^^¨�
( - ) °& _ - ( ) ( ) §§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( ) ½=½=;.
=== ¨ ^ ¨ ! “ ’ ” ° ( )!,!&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ()?!?^^¨
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Or could—considering what was the world.
There was vertigo, and then there was this.
A negative shiner, an inverted period girl.
Space oozed from the divide, this Paradis—
would gulp all of it. Cél hurried & curled
Lis into her arms. Spores of space warping
ground & air like rain on a window, whirls
beading behind in a trail as Cél, bounding
through the still air, battles throwing up,
going towards her tenement’s rooftop, four
blocks away, her leaps making great windup.
She crashes on a vent wart, the roof floor.
Lis, so solid, is unhurt by the stark fall.
Cél recovers her, & then kicks the door in.
| stillborn declaration carried too far—too long.”
| —from Cursed | R.I.P.
| “I’ve been jumping over buildings—I’ve been
| sleeping in the street. Well, I’ll meet you
| at the river where we both can clear our
| heads, I think we—would—look great dead!”
| —from He Is Legend | 1. The Seduction
| “Lock me up, lock me up, lock me up, lock me
| up (lock me away lock me away lock me away
| lock me away) No one will know.”
| —from He Is Legend | 6. Best In Mexico
| “Raw sugar (save that date)—I don’t wanna die
| living in a high rise grave—my baby come home”
| —from Metric | Raw Sugar
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Is this my rind of paradise? Cél had asked
herself, looking at an ampersand form upon
Lis’ eye as a bruise floating up, forecast
to the surface of her head, a cubed photon
squaring to the body’s skin, its open mask,
open darkroom water. She was Lis as far as
Cél’s eye could see, but, stuccoed, a husk
of rendered ash hardened & halved—a pass
on coursed coarse through her, all serrate
at the edges of her sever, reposed in rest.
The space between draws her line like bait,
it felt meaningful, to desire this inquest,
yet it was just a petty want & she knew it
best to crush it, & not her place to touch.
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X: Paradise Rind / Apricot Embalm
Sonnet Infinitésimal
§%§%^¨ = ( o ) ‘ ‘ ’ ½; /§/§/! , ; : ( ‘ ” ’”))o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
?,;.¨.’/ -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ( ) ( ) ( ½ ) &%; § ;
-) ¨ ^%%% § ! § ! § ! ... ++” ’ ++?() §%°&o
&°° +=+° ½’”-/ ?,?, §%°&½ _/ _/( ) &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ( )½=½=;
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ ,?,? ( ) ? ! ?^^
�( - ) °&_ -( ) ( )§§§§§§§§¨ ̈ §§§§§§ ( )½=½=; ̈�
=== ¨ ^ ¨ ! “ ’ ” ° ( )!,!&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ()?!?^^¨
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¨’”^¨o o ¨^’” ///^¨ ’ ” ° ° °?-/ §%§%§%&&%§
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Cél had decided to take her this time, see,
& wondered why she had yet thought of this.
Hate can keep us from seeing possibilities,
Love looks the other way—even when amiss
something is. But to Like—here—was key.
She liked Lis enough to see how her tattoo
she’d gave her a week ago was—its debris
chapped, but shedding. From afar Cél views
her home tat station & walks to get a balm
to nourish it. It’s graystuck, as all else,
she’s frustrated, until she takes her calm
knife to it. The jar colors as cream melts,
unlocks with the scent of apricot—& rubs
it on her rosa stellata vine which blushes.
| “I thought I saw her breathing
| But found out she was dead
| It’s too late. . .it’s over!”
|
| There has to be a closer country
| where love can live near me
| Well, I’ve got to find it
| because right now, I’m not seeing clearly
| There’s someone knocking on my door
| no one lives here anymore
| there’s someone knocking on my door
| no one lives here anymore. . . .”
| —from He Is Legend
| 9. Dinner With A Gypsy
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Her love looked the other way, as Lis’ eye
opened—as blank as an undertaken coroner.
Cél screamed. Of all things—a vital sigh
was the last thing she expected. Her inner
galaxy turns. This couldn’t be real right?
A rind of hair & holding hands grasp cusp
of half Lis’ shell, she saw a hazel sight
staring back, smiling. Cél screams! “Yups,
it’s me,” said Lis as she half-pulled out,
held Cél by the wrist, & dragged her with!
through the chasm & lines of flight route
& tears like beads, quote marks forthwith
accompanied in a stream that crystallized
to a tiny frozen river amidst a dark seam
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Sonnet Infinitésimal
§%§%^¨ = ( o ) ‘ ‘ ’ ½; /§/§/! , ; : ( ‘ ” ’”))o
≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
?,;.¨.’/ -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ( ) ( ) ( ½ ) &%; § ;
-) ¨ ^%%% § ! § ! § ! ... ++” ’ ++?() §%°&o
&°° +=+° ½’”-/ ?,?, §%°&½ _/ _/( ) &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ( )½=½=;
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ ,?,? ( ) ? ! ?^^
( - ) °&_ -( ) ( )§§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( )½=½=; ¨
�===¨^¨!�“ ’ ” ° () !, !&&&& ≙ ≙ ≙ ( )?!?^^¨
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| “I’ve been jumping over buildings
| I’ve been sleeping in the street
| Well, I’ll meet you at the river where
| we both can clear our heads—I think we
| would look great dead.”
| —from He Is Legend | 1. The Seduction
| “Is there a place that we can go /
| to teach the children / not to grow?
| Where lovers don’t remember where they met /
| And heartbreak is easy to forget?
| Is there no love to speak of?
| I gotta find a new place to call home.”
| —from He Is Legend
| 9. Dinner With A Gypsy
of reality—an ocean of jellyfish phlegm,
her pocket galaxy. “Hi, don’t be stargazy.
We don’t have a lot of time & space. Emmm,
ok so I brung you here. I’ve a sword baby:
her name is � Nanon �, who cuts thru wavy
realities. Think of our universe as a gel
pomegranate—& each aril contains a hazy
stalk of broccoli, those are veins, cells:
timelines—that keep our universes rife.
Each verse has set rule of its own realis
mood. I’ll get to it in a bit—My strife
is with the root of a death you witnessed:
mine. I also wanted to make sure we’d had
our date. I cut thru—lots—to take you.
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But we’re gonna cancel it—now—face me.
1 rule is that our verse is just a parody.
You & I, I’ve seen, are never going to be
a thing, another rule. & I shall di every
time. & my madness plusd inside as enmity.
& the worst thing is that it started as a
myth of origin in the country of Paradies!
They’ve been looking for me, you, too the
twin of yours, who’s been sweetly killing
in other timelines, as I have—she threw
the scent off. A detective’s been tearing
out his hair trying to find me, trying to
take my Root to protect their sad reality.
They know I’m coming for them, my revenge.
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XII: Paradie I / Paradies II
Sonnet Infinitésimal
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≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ¨&%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
?,;.¨.’/ -) (-%%% ’ ” ’ ” ) ° ( ) ( ) ( ½ ) &%; § ;
-) ¨ ^%%% § ! § ! § ! ... ++” ’ ++?() §%°&o
&°° +=+° ½’”-/ ?,?, §%°&½ _/ _/( ) &%;§;
‘”&^/^& °&+&°+^§ ‘%§’%^ ½½½! ( )½=½=;
( - ) ° ( - ) ° ; . ; . / ‘ ” ” ’ ” ’ ^ ,?,? ( ) ? ! ?^^
( - ) °&_ -( ) ( )§§§§§§§§¨ ¨§§§§§§ ( )½=½=; ¨
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In the origin myth, a werewolf was killed,
but it wasn’t just any, it was a me. Bête
of legend, a rarity among a species build.
She tried to take a disguise, but the let
hunter set a musk: embergris—it filled
air, a rare dog whistle, which tears form
of the beheld mind, denudes you as sealed
& gives ‘probable cause’ to kill you more.”
“So the shell wasn’t you?”. . .A booby trap.
It’s good you did what I thought you’d do,
or 531 years of plans would be total crap.”
“I am sorry.” “I know.” “Wasn’t ready too.”
“& you’ll never be. but it’s cool—cause
you’re going to help destroy all Paradies.”
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| “I’m trying hard to read your mind /
| Built a machine to travel time /
| “Blessing the globe with pestilence” /
| This is my magic residence
| —He Is Legend
| 8. Do You Think I Am Pretty
|
| “Let out a sign / pretend to die/
| You’re going to need an alibi
| A broken arm / the same smell
| So just relax / no one will know
| It stings me all over again /
| it’s the same dream / in the back of my head
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“You said Bête an it, do you not identify?”
“No. When you’ve been held here as long as
me you can’t see oneself as any other life.
& anyway, that’s the issue, they keep task
trying to map a plane on us yet—we awry,
reject the graft—So they see fit to gift
us wings. The Were don’t have gender, sigh.
So the fact they said “He” cross time rift
& space. . .REALLY bothers me. So they break
all into what they see. No more. You ready?”
“Huh?” Three scalpel points tore slow rake
across the galaxy fabric, into the setting,
with a snap of four ribs. “Oh, a C-section?
“This is a big break!” says Lis unsheathed.
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XIII: Divorce / Lunairetic
Sonnet Infinitésimal
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≙&_/%/ ?§?§? -” ’-”’_/ &°+&°+% %§%§=+
½&½ )° /./°& &! ’-” ’ _/=+) ° ( : ) ’ ” ’ ” ) )o
^§ %%%%, °°°_/? &+%!’” (-))°%%§%§=+
-)=-=-=½;§! ̈ &%%%%% ?&? ( )( )(½) §%°&o
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When Lis cleft through Paradies’ incision,
all Cél could do was stare. Her 1st slash
split an autopsist’s skull in red elision,
so it knocked out the nurse too with bash.
Blood pixels on Lis’ face say an eclosion
happened as five agents were, too, halved.
Lis stalks the president, whose implosion
of shit prompts him to scream—& arrived
now—bursted thru the wall: “Paraselene!”
“Lis, my dearie—You didn’t really think
I’d let ya leave? We’ve court proceedings.
Your charge is Grand Conspiracy in a link
with the slain beast—How do you plead?”
Happy Lis charged for the judge’s jugular.
| in the back of my head.”
| —He Is Legend | 6. Best In Mexico
| “Like a TV, you wanna turn on man”
| —from Skepta | Nasty
| “Oh / how I felt safe /
| & she’s been singing out of tune
| just then / I’m flying to the moon
| & I don’t know where / I don’t know when /
| but / someone’s gonna give / give me in.”/
| “I never saw the officers—
| but I heard what they said”
| —from He Is Legend
| 4. The Greatest Actor Alive or Dead
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Between endless clashes goring black holes
through the Paradies’ core—Cél stuck out
of the cavity & saw a girlcorpse in a sole
largesse of a wolf cadaver & a space about
Cél’s hips, leg. She sat back in her shoal
of the void in a fetal position as a world
sucked in around her, safe. She saw a soul
whom were the Route of a wormholed whirled
like a root ball—as an atom of scratches
on the subway go barely glimpsed by no-one.
Cél stared through the window into hatches
of darkness—a funnel cake of tunnel runs.
Marriage is what occurs when our Dirac Sea#
evaporates an open drop—taken by hot air.
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A blanket of night covered outside, dots
connected, an eclipse from inside out as
the populace’s bodies imploded with rots
inversed further—vacuous to their last.
Lis & Sel’s Avers Heat Death severs jots
like punctuations into the membraned sap
in form of reborn body paragraphs—mots
de passe sealing the cluster’s latch gap.
So, entropy occurs when one is left bare
with nil, except an other side of a lens
sheet of paper—white as the walls lair
Heather’s bed, a comforter of intestines.
A reversal—the territory is not my map.
& so I change, a girl to reveal her land.
| “Wait! This is a cover up
| Let me see him
| Alert the press!
| Where’s the wolf, where’s the wolf
| Where’s the wolf, where’s the wolf,
| I gotta find him.”
| —He Is Legend
| 7. The Walls Have Teeth
| Heather’s gone, she left a note
| “He Is Legend” was all she wrote
| Go fetch the detective
| I think I’ve found something. . .
| This isn’t Heather’s handwriting!
|—He Is Legend | 10. I Am Hollywood
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Laeverl’& Afterword | Neutral Ending 0
“Fragments of the moon and the darkness.
I weave them and gently whisper.
Understanding joins everything.
I take it out and a shapeless word is born.”
—from Envy | Pieces of the Moon I Weaved
Cél somersaulted out of the cavity to negate the sheer confusion that was taking a toll
on her, but she almost tilted to the ‘floor’ anyway. She looked down, and there was
no floor. Just whiteness. & she jumped with a scream, as if the absence of an evident
texture was a surface, as if she thought she would fall. So she jumped, then landed,
then collapsed. Paraselene and Lis were talking a ways away. Eventually, having shaken
off the aftershocks of total calamity, she ran up to both of them.
“What the fuck was that,” Cél asked. She shoved Paraselene’s shoulder. “I thought
you turned on her, how could you?!”
“Haven’t you ever heard of a double turn?” said Paraselene, slicking back
her bangs, rubbing & rotating her arm, checking the rotator cuff. “If I hadn’t
joined up with Paradies, I wouldn’t have gotten this,” she said, flashing the
� Voyeureuse �, a comically large cake knife. More along the lines of a sword
breaker.
“531 years,” said Lis. “I hope you didn’t think I was bullshitting.”
Cél fell back onto her behind. It took her a few moments of silence before: “So
now what?”
Lis half-planted Nanon into the absence like a sheath of soil. She looked to the
horizon, although with things as they are, it had to have been imagined.
“Well...”
“Where do we even go from here,” asked Cél, hand raised.
“We did a good thing by destroying that universe. I know it may not make any
sense to you, you lost everything, but. . .if we didn’t the same things would have kept
happening. & I was beyond sick of it all. If you have power, you should do something
good with it. What else could we do besides clear the board?” Lis put her hand on the
pommel.
“I wasn’t made to create, but to destroy, as you can see. I was cutting in blind
anger for at least 20 years, purely, destroying everything that didn’t make sense to
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erase. When I finally got tired, I got sad. I realized I didn’t know how to start over,
even if I could have a new life. But then I saw that more or less, this is it, & I have a
responsibility for something larger. I had to carve what we see before us through pure
trial & error.” She let it go, squatting towards the floor.
“I wanted to save you,” said Cél. Sel laughed, it was something she’d given up a
long time ago.
“Save me?” asked Lis. “There was a song I liked, that said: I needed someone to
move me, not someone to save me, just someone to move me.”
Lis gestured to Sel & Cél. “That’s what y’all did. I was always going to destroy
Paradies. It was just a matter of when, & how I would go about it. I ended up taking
the most neutral route. What were you going to do? Take me to the hospital, totally
severed in half, drop me in the ER, & hope the doctors would just immediately
conduct surgery?”
Cél looked down, almost ashamed.
Lis rejoined, “I chose this version of you because you believe in the impossible. It’s
not just because you ghosted on me that I think you a fool.”
Cél looked up, tearing up.
Lis says, “So, that leads me to where we’re going next. Sel, she should hear it from
you.”
Sel stopped fingering the tatters of her shirt. She scooted toward Cél in pretzel
position.
She looked just like Cél, but obviously & thoroughly worn, aged, mature. Her face
was speckled in dry blood. She had a razor line in her eyebrows, to be sure, it was one
she cut herself amidst all this time she had.
“You’re gonna do what I couldn’t do,” Sel said. “I did the same as you, I went
through timelines with my knife to take revenge one at a time. I wanted to clear the
board. But I was working too small. The knife, one night, showed me what to do. It
sensed I was thinking that all of this was going nowhere slow, so it showed me a future.
& it was this one. So I’m so happy to be here, to know it’s really true. . .I had my role
when I managed to run into Lis. She gave it to me, here I am, playing my position. I
know it seems like you just sat there a lot, but now it’s time for you to take action.”
Sel took Cél’s hands. “You’ll remake the universe.”
Lis stood up. “We trust it’s in the right hands. You know judging by everything
we’ve seen. It’s not like the world we lived in was anything that was gonna change for
the better in any sort of hurry. As for Sel & me, we’ve got other fish to fry out here.
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Paradies wasn’t the only rotten fruit worth chopping. I don’t want to live in the world
anymore, come back to life. This is more me, I think.”
Sel stood up as well. “& if it turns to shit, you know we’ll be back,” she said, with
a finger gun.
“How do I even do that?” asked Cél, crying now.
Sel squatted back down & took her hands. Lis started to walk towards the wolf/
girl portal.
“Sit here as long as you need. Come up with rules, envision a planet, a general flow
of history.
Plant the � Voyeureuse � into the floor, then start walking into the very
beginning. Everything will change, when you will vanish. Don’t ask me where.”
“Not even we know everything,” shouted Lis.
Cél started to weep. Sel hugged her. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m gonna die aren’t I?”
Sel laughed. “Die? You already have.”
This grew her tears deeper.
“Shit. I’ve never been good at this.”
Cél continued to weep.
“Fuck. Well, hey, the � Voyeureuse � is the knife you’ve been using. Use it to
control the flow of time. I gotta go.”
Sel ran over to the wolf/girl portal.
“Whatever you do, please keep this safe, okay?”
Lis & Sel went into the portal, & the wound closed.
Cél, outstretched like someone making a snow angel, or the Vitruvian Man, cried
into the absence. She was jealous it wasn’t her who went with Lis. She too, knew that
the longer they lingered, the more it would hurt.
The tears streamed from her face for a long second. Then she turned onto her side,
once more in the fetal position.
Eventually, the world of Laeverl’& to come came to mind.