the description of time in a place where there is no measuring of time available is difficult.
the retrieval of memories came after a time of discovering the limits of the spherical space in which i found myself; a time of dreamless sleep and comfort; a time of boredom. i began to notice that the pictures that formed in my mind had begun to migrate to the inner surface of the sphere. at first merely arrangements of colour; swirls and patterns and eventually after another time of enjoying the relief from boredom, they began to form into faces and figures; and later still to fill in with background information; landscapes; interiors; the city.
it was not long [in relative terms of time passing] before i realised that certain faces reappeared on a regular basis and these faces took on a familiarity beyond the repetition factor. names swam into my awareness; names inextricably linked to these faces; names and faces combined to cause stirring in my mind. The stirring brought association that could not be illustrated with the visions or the sounds that now began to emanate from these visions.
it became apparent that there is more to my life than the confines of my space.
and so my euphoria at the release from pain now passed into a period of ache; of mourning for my loss; for the loss suffered by my loved ones.
strangely [if strange be a word that could possibly contain any residue of meaning in circumstances where strange is the norm] strangely, all bodily urges have, along with physical pain, ceased to hold sway. this does not, however preclude anguish, for anguish is a pain product of the mind rather than of the body.
the retrieval of memories came after a time of discovering the limits of the spherical space in which i found myself; a time of dreamless sleep and comfort; a time of boredom. i began to notice that the pictures that formed in my mind had begun to migrate to the inner surface of the sphere. at first merely arrangements of colour; swirls and patterns and eventually after another time of enjoying the relief from boredom, they began to form into faces and figures; and later still to fill in with background information; landscapes; interiors; the city.
it was not long [in relative terms of time passing] before i realised that certain faces reappeared on a regular basis and these faces took on a familiarity beyond the repetition factor. names swam into my awareness; names inextricably linked to these faces; names and faces combined to cause stirring in my mind. The stirring brought association that could not be illustrated with the visions or the sounds that now began to emanate from these visions.
it became apparent that there is more to my life than the confines of my space.
and so my euphoria at the release from pain now passed into a period of ache; of mourning for my loss; for the loss suffered by my loved ones.
strangely [if strange be a word that could possibly contain any residue of meaning in circumstances where strange is the norm] strangely, all bodily urges have, along with physical pain, ceased to hold sway. this does not, however preclude anguish, for anguish is a pain product of the mind rather than of the body.
5 comments:
time dissolves when what is always here is perceived. then time measures only how far one has become abstracted by the fountain of variety emerging from it.
Don't know if it's me or not, but the word verification appears to be commenting on my comment: hybous
The fountain of variety on an internal level; externally, the same old repetition :)
Pisces,
I don't know if I have ever told you how much I respect the sheer volume of original work on your blog. Most of us resort to at least some occasional cut and pasting; but never you. Your kind of blog is the hardest to sustain.
Have you ever done a sequence of compressed poems? Your prose is very intense at times; like perfume. It would be interesting to see what you would do.
Princess: your comments make this blog easier to maintain :) thank you!
I am not sure what a compressed poem is - I'll give it a go if you enlighten me.
a time of dreamless sleep and comfort
Can the two be together?
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