art by Charles Carter
the dysmorphological unification of the algorithmic insistence to pick out patterns
not from what the human eye focuses upon but rather what the camera eye has captured
from its unblinking stare of the panopticon may reduce visual stimuli to a potpourri
of pulpy bull dogged abstractions lending cohesion to a narrative picked out of the random chaos
of association in direct proximity, such as the bloody drool flowing down the broken rose stem
stuck in the gaping maw of the leviathan, cellular walls thicken being built from particulate matter
drawn from the void and whose folding concatenations provide egress to the sudden multiplicities
of congregating civilizations momentarily extracted.
The decanting of the structural atomic nuclei conducts the unfolding symphony
into its arrayed pocket jungles thriving at the tangled roots of the bifurcating tree.
As the glowing river flows out of the mountain it reflects the bonfires burned in honor
of the constellations above. The night is timeless.
Even the stars can't count the clocks that tell the time.
