Showing posts with label space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label space. Show all posts

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Continental Edge

                                                                          Science Fiction
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Coastal Portal 

She travels the trail down to the beach where time falls away. 

She sees it as an escape hatch from the scientific, with its shores in attendance with the possible. A possible escape to somewhere or, to some foggy distance?  To a dreamland, any dreamland. (paraphilia?). 

Even the water, the coral here must have lived the good life so long ago. 

It wasn't really noticed, and now, it's a rock field below the cliffs, a way to get to the [sandy part along coastal entrances="space"].

Yes, of course, space.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Science Fiction

                       The Last Log

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Biobot Instincts

She looks out from the window of her Workstation. She's been studying the contour with its black metallic screens and walls, its floors adobe-like. 

(She will happily write code as if to create the lottery of love in this spacious containment, which could be both deafening and defining to whoever or whatever arrives). 

She checks her poetics as if they would automatically train their guns on the only crossing in this panoramic view-- theJungle valley, lush mountains, lime-green ocean horizon-- all  connected at a location that could be considered prime, but never to her biobot instincts. 

It is an ample space. It is the space she uses to create her mind.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Ribbon Matrix

Ribbon Matrix
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The Heart is a Naked Swimmer

It's too soon to tell, in the beginning, with the initial time spent on the trail. 

Is it theJungle and only theJungle with pure views of headwaters? Destiny?

Struggles for power by humiliated militia balances the journey with its fate (of course, all fates never bubble up equally--their continual exchange of victims stab at the cosmic saddles with old rodeo knees) 

Yes. The arrival at elements-of-reveal still watches the sky, looking for signs (as events seldom seem real near the landing site, and besides, it's so difficult keeping the imitation up). 

It's after spending this time with theJungle you start to see that it is, in the end, the heart that is the naked swimmer. You'll see.