Art

Golden Age – Jonathan Hine

*

 

 

she became immortalized

 

 

in the darkened room

immaterial commentary would not

be stilled,

muffled whispers streamed the

empty space cloaked in psychic wounds,

a running drain led through ceiling

& walls that exercised an

elusive & debasing

influence

filling surrounding space with

the black hue of malice, though skull intervened between it.

it was singled out

for its very readiness &

the world

so disclosed was

anchored in the jaw

& considered a

thin veil revealed in the entire

arch of teeth

but the significance of the interior

was the cracked dark curtains

of the lighted window

& the exquisite variety of tints in

the gorged sky

& as lost times

a splendid &

effulgent

light

 

 

*

 

 

infrared anatomy of spectral love

 

 

 

unbalanced shadows,

                  ethereal flowers

 

and apparitions

 

                                                      of coherent      

                         light

 

                                       afflict broader delirious

                                                    processions

 

       de realized forecasts and radiant stellar smoke images cloud chance

 

triads in the sky cut                                            

         a wild morass of circuits

 

 

            inexhaustible expansive events

                              stream buoyant

 

bodily perdition dissolves

                                     reality into infinity

 

                    outworn constellations

         lead to negation as the

 

calculated crisis

 

           strangle

 

                        dreams

 

 

                   empty hallucinations are

  consecrated

                from neglect

 

spacious uncreated phantoms

                                  burning all of it

in

    floods

              of

                  purity

      upon the

 

                                                     falling            

 

                 firmament

 

      world thunderstorms grafted out of

her dream rise toward

            the sky in waves of

 

                    cosmic fire

 

     twinkling

                                                                   in                                                                      

          perfection and

dimly shimmering with the tide

 

 

hollow bodies and hovering silhouettes                                                                  gun written and broken from

       incendiary passion

 

 

             the light is in frame

 

 

dissolved roars

and transparent turmoil

 

    from the steeped spectrum of

                              vapid madness and

ungraceful lies

 

 

pre-engineered moonlight and

                                                  finer          

 

                   earthbound stars of

                                              meaningless coincidences

     

     arranged from mortal echoing

 

 

the tear of key patterns overtake

the farthest

      tonality of

                    photorealistic

                                       gatherings

 

in various stages,

  paths are arranged from minor    

                                    blast waves

 

         with leagues of sound scenery and quivering incantations

 

                                                        semi defined and

    scarcely structured

 

                 

                   it resets itself

 

 

uncoiling voices morph into a full mouth

            wandering opaque

structures

 

     blend and shift into spectrums of audibly visible colors and

 

                                                mass  

                    seamlessly

                                             into packaged      

                   

          shadows