Wind and Containment
Incorporeality; the leaves dropping and scattering as fall's wind bloweth, sweeping alley and sluice.
The three illuminated ovals situated atop one another, bridged and somewhat red. The nine gates and the impalpable. Tissues and filaments along which currents shudder.
The bound coils and liver. They're all wadded-up. I've never seen anything like it.
The singular, antiqued, and inaccessible, wondrous or tearing petals; of the angled lotos in early gloaming. The mice impelled toward stricture and putrefaction, collapsed arches, shivered and rent core; aether o'er purple hollows.
Congealment or waves in the deep and far-flug. A splintered remnant of the city of no walls or recollection; the implicit.
JF early 1990s
JF early 1990s
Photo: from Dark Hearts: The Making of Hearts of Darkness, the Making of Apocalypse Now
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