Homuncular Forms
Cape aux Morts. Cape Diable, Points of Massacre Rocks and Island a plethora of Wreck Bays. But on Funk Island, nothing matters. Brahmsian rhetoric could describe the island Prokofievian, the sound of Mars homuncular forms; an imperative monotone. Murrelings fell from cliffs into the sea, rose and floated in foam, screaming. Olivaceous puddles. Murres and gannets, kittiwakes, sun splashed white & pitiless light on rock - argon, radon, krypton seasons of millennia suffocating in the original gases of earth: xenon, neon. Granite intestines with its outer edge lost in the darkness between the stars.
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