The Full Moon is Inside Your House
When the full moon changes trajectory and comes close it pushes you to different gravitational fields, sometimes to a desert made from saturated colors where gunslingers draw again and again but never shoot because they continuously change places, other times to spaces made from planes of green on which geometrical forms are arrayed the reverse sides of which are not symmetrical with the facing and rowers traverse the luminous surfaces of Moebius strips while on the shore Babylon is falling.
When the full moon is inside your house you are carried along the curvature of space to the faint brown liquid surface boundary that separates here from there. It is a jumble of reflections of what lay behind and intimations of what lay beyond with clusters of elongated cylinders and insects suspended in its surface tensions. The boundary that separates here from there is where you are perplexed by your invisibility but think without knowing why that an opening lay somewhere ahead.
Tightly woven, intricate and very well done. *
Physical metaphysics in finely crafted sentences.
wonderful images*
"When the full moon is inside your house you are carried along the curvature of space to the faint brown liquid surface boundary that separates here from there."
Nicely done.
thanks much for the reads and comments. making something interesting based on rumi is difficult because the original is so cool. so i'm pleased that the piece works for you.
i think this is really fun to read aloud.
Superb. Do not thank me or respond. Just think, "Well, one guy in a place that might well be China or Geneva saw connections to a New Novel here and a kind of House of Bamboo quality and was happy." FAVEOO.
Babylon falls while Moebius riffs unending. Go jazzman!
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Exciting!