Reveries of Heresy

where does one end and another begin? one day, i met my grandma as a baby, i’m not sure how or when it happened— i mean, i did glimpse the slivers of shedding over time: felt the soil beneath us shiver, the networks of mycelium unspooling underground— tenuous threads which unravelled, untethered i traced the liver spots clouding her membrane, dissolving into misplaced meals  and names i spied the silver streaking across her eyes, ancient stones which no longer recognised my own —— that one day, the baby in me met the baby in her who forgot she loved the baby in me, who forgot how the baby in her once loved me as a baby— the baby in her and me —— she mumbles blithely to herself nowadays in a primal, forgotten language perhaps when one tongue is mislaid, another is made perhaps there is nothing to lose or gain i dab away the dewdrop in her eyes and bring a cup of warm milk to her lips i stroke her hair softly just as she did when i was a baby just as the baby in her once loved the ba...

untouchable unknowable a realm that endures only when unreachable a portal that caves in at the scent of mankind a beauty only felt when veiled from searing eyes buried scriptures disintegrate when but kissed by a pale moon ray will-o’-wisps — those coy children coddled in the cradle of decay a face of a Diptych only exists as the antipode of its twin forever facing what it cannot bear once they fold to touch — palm to palm art is concealed, slips into dream if polar bears and penguins were ever to wed then the magnetic field would surely fracture centre turned outside -in north and south would become  neither when two gales collide who is the first to dissipate? clashing and propelling each other skyward igniting thunderstorms and hail could one mystery lay bare another without being exposed to the ether? could a mystery persist once revealed? is a skein simply string once untangled?   could a heart continue throbbing once laid into foreign palms? could mist stay as vapour on...