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Salvage
"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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