Creatio ex nihilo
Asendentem de mari
Benedictus cerebrum
The brain rose large and yellow
Above the darkened heart
Casting it’s sallow penumbrous shadow—
Reflecting and refracting its lunacy
Ominously
Onto the stygian blue main,
Shattering into sparkling scintillations
Of consciousness,
Shivering sentient silver’d ripples—
Illuminated impulses of ionic ingenuity amidst
Lurching lumens of logic and the
Shimmering shards of sapience that
Enlightened that gloom…where petulant
zephyrs kissed and softly stroked
The saturnine sea.
To sleep,
That living death
Before we wake in dreams,
Lulled to unconsciousness by hypnagogic hallucinations
Ingressing and egressing
Waxing and waning
Animated anfractuous agitations;
The purple serpiginous aurora of the night;
Each pebbled thought now lathered in lunacy,
Evoking essences of smooth darkness
Worn slick by the grinding garrulous grit of time,
Awaiting baptism by that salutary surge of photons
Pouring down from the exultant azure to drown pure
Thought
In the dazzling celestial light of unadulterated omnipotence:
The power and the glory.
Here now the mermaid rises from the deep
Her bioluminescent locks drawn back
By zealous Aeolus’s hands…
Set soon to claw the waves into maniacal froths
White tipped with cresting rage.
She is unafraid;
Her sweet melodical voice
Calling to me from the shallow deep
Quite knowing that I cannot swim—
Nor can she tread the blank littoral band
That I call home;
Yet still she sings
Abyssal angelic chorales
Her sinusoidal silhouette
Swaying and seducing…
Drawing me into shadowed subterranean caverns
With her impossible beauty,
Diamonds dripping from her golden hair,
Eyes of Neptune blue…
Ruber labia tua
Her tail a softly scaled reptilian green,
Dripping wet with lust…
Plying her piscatorial perfume,
Glistening gloriously.
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
Where shall I sojourn tomorrow?
After the antebellum, the terebellum and the cerebellum
Have sunken into the comatose depths
And lofty dreams are now but flotsam on the sea,
The last of human breath ensconced in tiny bubbles
Mixing with the merriment of nereid’s songs,
Reminding me of where I long to be
Or might have been…
If only I could swim.
Yet think I must or I shall surely drown
And wash up on a lonely shore to be awakened
By baisers of blue and silver tickling my cheeks,
Eluting evil, evoking ecstasy, heartening—
Informing my locus coeruleus
Of my resurrection…
My insurrection,
My circumspection,
My dereliction,
My genuflection,
My vivisection.
The sylphids sing hosanna.
What is this world?
How different from the one before,
The one above;
The one below.
The one to be.
The cerebral galleon now sunken in the brine
Where ‘midst it’s gyri naiads swim
And sing sweet siren songs
That lure lame hearties to that dark dank locker
Immuring them in sinuous sulci of sunken scopuli,
While on the beach we hear their muted screams
In shucked off sea shells,
Sibilant spiral sarcophagi,
Lost and languishing
Limbically laughing and lamenting
Loitering
Among the synaptic seaweed swaddled corpses of dead squid
And fish skeletons
Half buried in the sand.
Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.
The ocean has no memory;
As it was so shall it always be,
Osculating some petulant hind brain shore,
Some raunchy romping rhombencephalon
Titillating and tantalizing
Syncretizing, sanctifying, sodomizing—
With promises of immortality;
Yet in its depths that sunken schooner sits
Abutting and ajoining
The substantia nigra
Pars compacta
Crenulated and grey,
Battered and blanched,
Barnacled by time,
Perseverating, on and off
Spilling its’ axiomatic enigmatic treasures
Its limpid learned lore
Its neuronal neuroticism
Upon the ocean floor;
Nothing has been learned.
Catatonic or convulsing;
Contemptuous crustaceans could not care,
Orange crooked legs clamber
Scattering sentient silt on gold gilt doubloons of doubt
While effervescent hope still floats above
Like candled water lanterns
Importuning deities gazing down
Upon the watery main, blanketing desire
With tears of condescending rain.
Life is garrulous and grey.
Astrocytic aspirations rise up to deal with dark matters;
Oligodendroglia ogle and grin—
How the meek have risen through pure piety
And arid arrogance to thirstily embrace
The purview of the gods.
Again the rain patters heavens’ obsequious tears
Yet on the shore a cracked cranium rests askew
It’s ghoulish vacant sockets
Fixed ahead
…..Still starring out to sea.….
Gutted of globes and glistening glia
Gauntly— Oh —Ghastly
Grimly— Oh —Ghostly
Ghostly— No. No. —Grimly
Ghastly— No. No. —Gauntly
Emptied of numb neuronal nihilism,
It’s foramen magnum spilling forth
Nothing but vile vagrant vermin and
The unforgiving sands of time.
Amen;Amen.
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