a hyper-dimensional reality bending or changing space-time


‘I have crossed this sub-conjoined vacuum 
with its ominous tenet 
with its emptiness of hydroxyl 
across untraceable radiation 
not of the dissonance of a visible body   sans physiology constricted as barrier sans irradiated happenstance

the Milky Way has summoned me 
in the midst of its 10th volution 
of its 10th centrifugation 
to an obscure spur 
¾’s out from its mean

maybe I could be classified 
as trans-solar in nature 
as inter-cosmic residue 
as circum-planetary crystal 
housed in spurting sapphire amphorae thus
I loom in human vicinity 
not unlike a noiseless solar oak listening to chaos transpiring 

certainly I am not here due to trans-saurian manipulation 
or to the toneless kindlings of the Greys 
insisting as they do on capturable form 
on dry explosives 
on incalculable nerve length

what I say remains absent of the contiguous 
as if I shifted between the sound of otters or the silence of snail grass shifting through land rays

sidling through inclement neon 
it can be asked from certain quarters how can I possibly be? 

how can all the pressures of surveillance 
fail to describe me?

how can it fail to know I have vanished & returned to myself over countless conundrums 
over resurrections 12 billion years in the making? 

never knowing that my body is a structureless compendium?

at my spawning terra luna was unknown 
its life as orb had never spun 
all of this I’ve known within a flash of supranoesis 

which tests the topography of corpses the relativity of geography & its entropy 
with its capillaries 
with its challenged fertilities 

here I am casting glow sans measurable scale & its fractions without hissing 
without coded political inscription casting less weight than mesmeric Saturns 
less weight than stained red suns emerging from shards of incipience spawned from other realms & dimensions 

unlike the form of terra luna 
has no force of armies 
no flank of human armies roaming inside their moons

I have no interest concerning ozone starvation on Phobos 
or couriers of serpents roaming the plains of Mars 

knowing as I know the bleach of scorched neutrinos 
the intangible waves of scorched secondary powers 
of in-cautionary fumes 
as if I had mined simple forms of microbes 
as would a shamanistic mongoose suspended above a particle of floods . . .’


authors note: Enjaracon Sponaeda is the name of the humanoid alien speaking.


Photograph © Molly Dilworth

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