Golden, and: Mother of All Monsters, and: Shower, and: Afterwinds, while inside the head of the cloud

Golden

I wore the face of the animal to lure the animal into shooting range.This was symmetry.We both needed to eat.We were both red meat.At least in one direction, the object is infinite.I refused to stop my hunger.Symmetry (in physics) means things don't change.Each day, we keep coming back to bed.Waves are chaotic, but predictable.Strike a bell and, for a while, it rings.The larger question is how to sustain the movement back and forth over time, for example, in the beating of the heart or the vibration of a vocal fold.Waves break in a ship's wake.The word for this double stress, "spondee," comes from the ritual pouring out of a liquid as an offering to a god.Wine, oil, or butter, typically—not blood.The body is symmetric for the purposes of movement, but only on the outside.Blood vessels are not symmetrical but self-similar, infinitely repeating insofar as infinite iteration is not possible in nature.For Plato, a flower could only approximate its ideal form. Likewise, physics applies mathematical abstractions to the real world, as if it was perfect, but it is not.Some orchids are bilaterally symmetrical like the human body, but in the shape of the body of the female bee to attract the (actual) male bee.When I spoke of wearing the face of the animal, I meant of all the ways butterflies camouflage, my favorite is the glasswing.One wing and its mirror image create the illusion of a whole butterfly.

Mother of All Monsters

If hunted for oil, hunted for light.After the terror, the whales swarmed.They like the quiet of an ocean unmanned.It's easier to sing underwater than to see, considering how the ocean scatters light.So after the towers fell and the ships were held at shore, the whales bellowed in the welcome quiet.We forget how noisy we make the sea with our human engines.Of all the world maps, I want the map of terrors largely unseen because they are oceanic by necessity, mostly due to scale.Tiny monsters I know grow in the body, but the sea is a great place big enough for an animal that can swallow the whole ship and I need this ship to get to the other side of where I am going.The sea itself is not a monster, more like a mouth the monsters make music in.You monster, you, I shake my little finger at its mirror: What's down there; how deep, Mother, does it go?You, monster; you give me back my map.Stop migrating to mate and return bloated with your monster babies, your monster love.Mother of all monsters, the sea is navigable only in darkness.If you can imagine it, you can map it.If you can imagine it, you can fear it. For each monster, another monster.If one on land, one in the sea, one in the air exiled up there with the gods.Leviathan: to twine or join its slippery parts.Most monsters are hybrid—something we recognize twisted up with something we cannot.There is more than one reason to jump, but one reason is attack.They say we stopped killing the whales when we heard them singing.

Shower

Man made the lake to catch the water.It's how man gets the gold out of the mountain.It's easy to forget water ¡s a weapon that controls riot.Man thinks, my mother put petals in her bath.Peach blossom.Our president is rich enough to pay for piss.You can find traces of gold in the dead alchemists' hair.They loved to drink it.Reservoir, lake, ditch, and flume—mine the water and feed it into the cannon.Nectar-ine: of or like nectar, man recalls.The bees know the only way over death is through the flower.The gold river kills the fruit, rips the whole orchard up.The...