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"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved differences, tight discrepancies peppering the salt stings 
something honest and clean scours more pure 
the bleeding jetsam some kind of expensive unknown
sprinkling the ever what's internal 
like cut open shucked broken jewels hundreds and thousands
more precious than diamonds, rubies, emeralds, opals and pearls 
colours communicating strange reflections passing windows
that dance and cry like curlews in a harbinger’s mist
to heal the pain pluming in the hardness 
of the inevitable softening of the infernal ache 
between the minutiae momentum of thighs 
it is pulling like the brackish tide
an exotic existence is borne from fresh upwards 
what was breech now turns in directions 
spiralling like a Fibonacci paradox marking time 
turning neither head nor feet first but like 
a ghost shadow through walls the transparent thing floats
it breathes in the strange beatitudes watching 
Phoenix feathers napalmed, skin snared and entwined 
around soft silky satin pillows the place where dreams lie
held captive enthralled by bones buried beneath a chest
kissing the rapturously denuded Selkie Eurydice observes
IT is penning new unchartered chapters mapping new territories
unconquered jade horizons spark St Elmo's fires
temptation smiles pulling the heart strings of a wounded Ichthyocentaur
the poetic dilettante brushes his poesies with her quill
ignites the pataphysics, tempestuous conceits, self-immolating bonfires 
of complacent myths, mariners and their land-banished omens
prodigal Calibans are sent to haunt the dreams 
of other shipwrecked puppets strange paramours 
praying for solitude and orderly peace 
wrapped up like disordered ornaments, unique
in their cool crystalline, they become the warmest becoming 
lit hot like speeding silver veins bolts of lightening
shimmering chords threaded through the all seeing 
dimensionless eyes sharp as needles
sowing new seeds like bright shiny buttons in its cobalt blanket
the blue skies are different here, 
like sparkling aquamarine, turquoise and sapphires 
marshmallow clouds soft as ermine and mink
rose quartz, blushing pink tourmaline, golden apricots o'er moonstone
like magnets call the solitary seekers home 
yet they take their time, their time is torturously divine
they are re-familiarising themselves 
drowning within the suffocating love tomes
caught up in the net of each other 
the hypnotised committed godwits 
all now blend into wounded words grail-questing
in their Sees of sand, looking, listening for clues,
reaching out for new novitiate prayers 
they are turning in the hands of something 
offering themselves like Levitical tithes
as small sacrifices in for a penny in for a pound 
grief pearls their wet hair baptismal now 
again playing innocence happily
fishing for tadpoles and minnows
waiting and watching for a wounded king 
walking a sky like one walks an ocean
to whisper us all in and deliver us from ...
devotion
some new better story 
some kind of promise 
intuitively calls all sleepwalkers in 
like morphing zombies 
we are raised up from the undertow 
now we are silently whirling Mevlevi
hushed in this new reverence 

(LadyLabyrinth/2022)




“The Ladder”/Royskopp
https://youtu.be/s_f1Msn608c







"In his 1924 Surrealist Manifesto, Andre Breton defined Surrealism
as "Psychic Automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express...
the actual functioning of thought...in the absence of any control exercised by
reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern."



"Dali, the surrealist painter, had a fascination with DNA 
and included it in several of his works. He was, like many who followed him, 
in the thrall of the double helix, calling it “a Jacob’s ladder of genetic angels, 
the only structure linking man to God”. 



“I appreciate that the majority of people who are not only regarded as intelligent but are indeed intelligent, capable of understanding the most difficult scientific, mathematical and philosophical reasonings, are very rarely capable of understanding a most simple and obvious truth, if it is such a truth as requires that they admit that a judgement they have formed about something, sometimes with great effort, a judgement they are proud of, which they have taught to others, on the basis of which they have arranged their life - that this judgement may be wrong.”
(Tolstoy’s ‘What is Art’)










Dali 
“Galacidalacidesoxiribunucleicacid”, Salvador Dali,1963 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galacidalacidesoxyribonucleicacid


“Salvador Dali and Science, Beyond mere Curiosity”
https://www.salvador-dali.org/media/upload/pdf/salvador-dali-and-science_1409308040.pdf






Dr Christian Bok, Poet 
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet-books/2011/04/the-xenotext-works






Greg Braden 
"The God Code"/DNA
https://youtu.be/jMtt8Wvm1NM





Mark E. Curtis, DNA
https://curtisdna.com/authority.html







Curlews
Why do curlews cry at night? Nicknamed the 'screaming woman bird', their high-pitched, drawn-out shrieks can be heard across the night as they try to contact each other. This eerie behaviour could explain why the species is thought to have close associations with death and suicide in some indigenous Australian cultures.


Godwits
Godwits are Waders (family Scolopacidae), called shorebirds in North America (where "wader" is used to refer to long-legged wading birds such as storks and herons). Godwit originates in Old English, god meaning good, and wit coming from wihte, meaning creature.







"WE are stardust
CHNOPS
6 essential 
building blocks
Carbon
Hydrogen
Nitrogen
Oxygen
Phosphorus
Sulphur
somewhere Cobalt and Gold"

(excerpt, "HUMAN", Lovejoy-Burton)
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