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i could hear it first
smash tdlingingingkle
smash tdlingingingkle
smash tdlingingingkle
the fragmentary gold pieces fell to the ground in an increasingly large heap
tumbling over each other down and around and down
sliding in the weight of velocity like shifting sands
pieces, i said
pieces of swords
a stone bust of a great aztec emperor bound this heap to itself
rising from within like a conquering phoenix of old
smash tdlingingingkle
smash tdlingingingkle
smash tdlingingingkle
these are the sounds of sword after sword after sword
falling against the impassive immovable stone face
striking at speed uselessly and clattering into pieces
shattered by the great burden of their inadequacy
pieces, i said
of a sacred task
a sacred trial
a siren’s song to the strong and the glorified and the purposeless
none had found themselves worthy
these once swords were gathered
tossed with the reverence they deserve into a grand crucible that stood above
the crucible looked down at the masses
where
these once proud were gathered
it was a pretty view from on high
can you see it?
pieces, i said
some men tested strength
some men tested fortune
and some men tested fate
our story starts with the end and ends with the beginning
smash tdlingingingkle
smash tdlingingingkle
smash tdlingingingkle
a man holding a stone far larger than he climbed the stairs to the top of the platform
he dove into the crucible on high
waves of velveteen pillowy gold leapt into the air
a gasp from the crowd
the gold settled into the shape of a bowl
frozen in place
the crowd had never seen such delicate perfection
fate had found its man
he walked into the great hall carrying a pyramid upon his back
an entire pyramid, i tell you
( of smooth egyptian cut, though this teller is sure it was meant to be aztec blocks
sometimes the details can become ravaged in their journey through time and space )
his smile was sure and proud and knowing
i wanted to punch that smile
as he lifted the pyramid from his back and held it aloft with one arm
he said some words to the crowd before he leapt
these words are lost to time
because i did not care to listen
he rose
higher and higher
and higher and higher and higher
the pyramid had turned into great feathered wings of pure snow white
that bore him on light itself
every flap shone like the sun in circling radiance
encircling
a wild laugh of a man and a horse
there was no rider
no mount
they rode each other
as equals
and dove
wings folded
the pyramid long gone
turned in on itself
upside down now
an arrow
falling
impossibly fast
towards liquid gold
that rose into another perfect bowl
and rose from within that bowl into another perfect bowl
and rose from within that bowl into another perfect bowl
three bowls of gold
nestled within another
the crowd did not gasp
they marveled
and murmured
briefly
in awestruck silence
for from within that perfect bowl and bowl and bowl
kept rising
a fountain of liquid gold
a wall
a mirror
a lens
that held two
dark
ancient
ancient
eyes
who did not smile
kindly
this is the last thing i saw
before the gold swept down
overflowing its cage in a roar
and
consumed us all
—fifteen june twothousandtwentyfive
oeuvre d’un exposition de juin 2019 à l’abbaye saint-andré – villeneuve-lez-avignon. j’ai pris ce photo mais j’ai attribué le mauvais artist dans mes journaux. j’ai contacté l’association et j’espère de retrouvé l’artist original
Healing Drew 