Vortex

(W)VORT(D)EX

(Am Anfang war das Wort)

What vortex of images and sounds

My brain contains

Like a tornado it sweeps across my

Mental landscape and

Leaves me unsettled

Off the coast and off the

Shores ship-wrecked in my

own cacophonious songs

I drown in my bewilderedness

of silent dissonance

I burst my lungs with

vocal disasters

my chest explodes

explodes

I  ->  dIe(ye)

no sign

no song

remains

but

in my dreams I shelter opera stars

haunted by Verdi, the  good old chap,

lurking

behind the curtains

“Applause” “Applause”

ClapClapClapClapClapClap

“Bravo”

I scream:

“Ice cream“

I laugh

And fill my lungs with air

I look at the sky and

suck in the atmosphere and

shout:

B L U E

And the sky reddens

And darkens

And the stars shine

And speak to me of

Their existence in the distance

And I see each of them

Children of the Evolution

Blasted too

And I start  out  to eat them and

Taste their  Milky Way substance and

Giggle and get hungry for the planets

And I eat them too:

one by one, two by two, by three

Mercury

Venus

Earth, Mars

Jupiter, Saturn

Uranus, Neptune, Pluto

SUN I ate you too

MOON, how I loved you!

And everything stops spinning

And       everything    succumbs

And everything disappears

Into the vortex of

Images

and

Sounds

I

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© Martina Pfeiler 2002

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