The white noise of the next universe,
the white noise of the last,
attempts to sustain the unsustainable:
the instant of now,
pinned to a dead language,
thought too big for itself, hot air,
verse reverse obverse,
the other side where new DNA coagulates
upon the small gravities of emotive,
Same old plot:
For dark matter,
Dust doth wish,
Bright as suns,
Of dear death.
( a mirroring of thoughts by retconpoet, Nicholas Gagnier)
These are a few images from a new art project based around words and ideas sparked by the Mahavidyas. I was just going to put a few up by themselves, but then came across these words I wrote recently in response to a blog post. Of course add to this the new search for dark matter in a lab one mile beneath the Italian Alps and there is a constellation of Alchemical midwifery going on….mutter,matter,mother,matrix.