A dossier of illuminations and orientations relating to the work of Daniel O'Sullivan.

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Normal Service May Never Resume

He stood on the precipice of a new Mercury
A filmy liquid sphere 
Unbound by immutable elements
Elements like will

A rose bloomed in ether
Cloaked in red
Curled in black
As far as the I could see
But underneath lay prophecy
A proserpine

Faces groaned
Limbs contorted
Children quiet
He ligatured the years spent 
And eternity earned
How strange it was
To be so loose and slippy in space
Once so defined
Now a trace

He would plunge into petals
Sloped and parched
For the slaking of a hard won newness
Aboard the mothership
He saw the life web voyager
In him self and in her self
In time was a slur
A bridge between stars

But who remains?
Did he ever even need the frame?
Standing guard for some flittering ill
Grasping the stem
So thornless
So still

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