The Ascent of Cuneiform through Candelabras of Iridescence

Around the desert sky, fly the Genies tongues, a thousand 

phantom candelabras whose language is the scent of fire 

in a human shadow.  The memories escape from the future

and arrive on the edge of an eyelid just as the universe

is dividing by zero.  The secret name performs an acrobatic 

maneuver through the cosmological palace, where ten thousand

ancestors are peering like strobe lights through the veil

of philsophy, their eyes like the prayer shawls of the ocean,

billowing in iridescent sheen, radio signals transmitted

around the spiralling denoument of a prologue whose

beginning is coded in the Fibonacci, and the desert sand

is a Palace of Emptiness, where the Mad Ones sleep.  A lost 

word, the phantom contagion whose supernal synergy erupts 

like silence midst the blind.  There was, in that Traveling Asylum

a woman whose face was shaped like a pinecone, the petaled 

architecture racing with the music that wanders the world,

caravanserai of ancient confusions, the dream between dreams

when a convergence of non local compositions describes itself

in the curl of an eye along a non linear verb.

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The transmogrification of the Djinni, when the desert clocks began

responding to the lost Art of Dali's endoplasmic reticulum

erupted with quasicrystal simplicity; a juxtaposed juggernaut of

electromagnetic patterns.  The math of the Phoenicians, 

a logic that transposes the Stone into the Ionic Bonds of the 

Mind.  The lost harmonic. An unbalancing of the Beginning and end of Time

when the ocean coral begins to walk, the anemone quote the Epic of Gilgamesh

and the sky rises like a Book on the Horizon,

page after page of ancient hexagrams lifting the interior world against 

the curve of the earth.

On this desert floor, the djinn was laced with a transverse emulation 

of symbols -- the eye and the fire; the blueprint and the machine,

the palindrome that nurses the universe in a crucifixion of prophets.

Wind whistling across the desert sand. The caravanserai draped the world

with a chattering entity.  The Djinni shifted it's phenomenological epicenter

into the brainstem of a passing tarantula, one thousand lifetimes

before the sunshine anointed the world with a Photon of Endless

Hypnotic Epiphanies, the light of the Djinni's eyes billowing in that harmonic

of the Lost Word, 

when the night then swaddled the sun in a cloudlike curtain of fantasia,

moons and stars of the Constellations balancing on the fingertips of an 

unborn divinity at the edge of the here and now.

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In the face of the Djinn, a nocturnal adagio.  Rivulets of D minor.

An inexpressible logic of the Mockingbird, whose memory is fueled by that 

weirdness in the human face, the Mockingbird's eye containing echoes

that transverse the sky on bridges of electromagnetic mystery.

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THe caravanserai traveled towards the solemnity of the circle,

when at the edge of the Prologue, there began a language of Sand and Diamonds

buried in the Rubyait of Inhuman Consciousness, 

twelve thousand voids slipping in fractalline bellows of the void. 

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The sky began to creak, like the belly of an Ark; a whirlwind of paranoia.

Djinni of the Elemental Aspect of the Gazelles, racing on hooves toward

some Unfinished Temple, driven by the sound of the night crushed flowers 

around a parallel axis of time, turned the laughter of the sand into 

a sudden burst of Wisdom.  The madmen, waiting everywhere, their eyes boiling 

with cuneiform and the Codex of Ancient Coincidences 

escaped into the center of the Sky, where the Sky beings lurk disguised as emptiness itself.