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GARDEN OF THE DIVINE IMAGINATION
Staggering rows of pomegranate treesDrunk from invasions of bees and windImpregnated worlds, each and every one.Fruit dangles on their branchesBlack and shadowy, each teeming withTen million embryonic planetsEvery one of them spinning, compressed,An assembly of ten million moreWaiting for that inevitable sliceWhen they’ll surge forth to alterSo many foreign soils with their seedInstigating fortuitous terrains…
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THE BIRTH OF FARGUS SK
There really isn’t a world as such, only the appearance of the world, which in reality is an interlocking system of organic machines, each with its own dimensions and rules, each utterly different from every other. The cogs and wheels and levers of these machines are made of green things, human things, wisps of cloud,…
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THE ATOMIC EYE
Every atom is a microscopic eyeball floating in space, and peering into every other eyeball. There’s a cosmos in each one, with its own suns and solar systems, planets and asteroids, and millions of gas clouds and magnetic fields and zigzagging forces of every kind. On the teenytiny planets floating in each ball, there are…
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THE BIFURCATION OF THE WORLD
Aflaton.mahomet witnessed the remnant of the living world embedded as hidden spores beneath the horizon of immanent things. Each object a cave hira protecting the divine absence, the field of infinite possibility .. it appeared to him as a paradise in the heavens beyond the castle towers of the sultan, or as a fecund ocean…