As The Universe, So The Soul
Vermi-syllogisms eating your brain
tunneling
worming
through your human terrain.
Your corpse is a continent,
a whole New World!
A landmass, new-formed, from your rotting remains,
all oozing and dark,
a fermenting old carp…
Mmmm…!
This is your delicious
nutritious
stink of decay!
You’re a quagmire of maggots
all eating away –
Rejoice!
Your death is a brand new day!
And this underlying primal world
is ours to inhabit,
ours to upturn.
Hallelujah!
Disambiguation at long last!
This is the Holy Dark –
the digestion
of Information
contained in Light –
this is the delight of the Dark…
The silent dulcet tones of Dark…
it’s a symphony of synthesis –
a party beneath
the Yggdrasil World Tree.
Celebrate!
Consecrate!
Masticate!
Come to the party!
Come one and come all!
Come woodlice, beetles & centipedes!
All insects and arachnids!
Come mites in your multitudes!
Springtails!
Roundworms!
Rotifers!
Come blue-green algae,
yellow-green algae
and all manner of saprotrophs!
Arbuscular mycorrhizal fungi!
Come one and come all!
Come to this Feast of Thanksgiving!
Come regenerate this land!
This land of Plenty.
This land of Blood.
And Guts.
And Gore.
This land is our land.
Possibilities galore!
This is the Ultimate Truth.
Soil Organisms lead the Crusade.
Forget your social schisms,
your silly euphemisms –
we’ll unmask your masquerade.
Let go!
Watch it dissolve, watch it fade,
like a distant whisper of moonlight…
…moonlight kissing nightshade.
And your heart, finally bleeding,
is feeding The Mass.
We are seething & churning
through your swampy morass…
flagellating
leaching
twisting, curling, turning
cork-screwing through the solum of you;
sending out sticky branches
sticky net-works
fungi trapping your worms
paralyzing your worms
eating your worms
predation
in the savanna of you;
rotifers swimming with rotating cilia
through the pond scum of you;
tardigrade crawling with pseudo-feet
through the worm-holes of you,
the crumbling catacombs of you;
tiny nematodes thrashing side to side
in your stagnant water,
the quicksand of your entrails,
your congealed blood,
and fluids,
dissolved & suspended matter;
the ocean of you –
The Deep.
The Dark.
The deep sea bioluminescence of you
with your floating gods
your aquamarine Muse
glowing bioluminescent
blues
Mauve Stinger
Green Bomber
the grand fireworks of the Crowned Medusa
red
glowing
incandescent…
diffuse…
phosphorescent elves of the ocean
Sea Wasp
Venom-Eater
bemuse…
This is your Dream of The Ocean,
the bioluminescence of you…
The iridescent,
luminescent animal dies in the Light
light diffuses, dissolves the body,
bruises and burns the body.
The bioluminescent
need the Dark
to put on their Light
All life arises
from the primordial ocean of you
the deep sea light show of you
hidden away in dirt
– tentacled polyps
crowns of tentacles surround their mouths
they are sucking you in;
nematodes feasting and mating
giving life to 200,000 eggs –
here under the Yggdrasil World Tree
(ocean become mountain become tree)
– 200,000 eggs a day!
Each!
What an orgy of Love
Lust
and Life
is the continuation of a species!
You are a wonderful Host.
You are a Holy Communion.
Fertility at its peak.
Worm holes tunneling deeper
and deeper
and deeper through you,
the sucker mouths
of hermaphrodite annelids
boring
drilling
excavating
upturning the landmass of you,
leading the way
the enzymatic dissolution of you;
this is the
infestation
digestion
excretion of you;
endless unfolding dramas
of consumption
conception
and creation;
the life and death dramas of
carnivorous planarians
and their prey…
What a Host you are!
What a planet!
Whizzing around the orbit of you…
And look at you!
You’re speechless!
Tongue-tied. Language-tied.
You’re speechless at last!
Made speechless by this ancient elemental conversation
singing the silent mnemonic rhyme
the planet’s tectonic pantomime
Hallelujah!
What a wonder, no? And what a joy!
You’re finally speechless!
Finally!
At last!
Halle-finally-lujah!
Now listen.
Un-learn.
You’re safe.
Awake.
Awake from The Dream.
Home Sweet Home!
Welcome back!
(although you never really left)
The Nitrogen Cycle!
Contrary to what you’ve always heard,
contrary to what you thought you learned,
this is your World.
The Nitrogen Cycle.
Nitrification
was always
your eventual
ultimate
Destination.
Isn’t it lovely?!
Putrification…?
…amid the love-lies-bleeding
and the sparrow grass…?
Could you ask for a better funeral?
A better re-birth…?
Organ donation is the ultimate repast!
