Agnosia from Agnosia by Nicola Boari

Call myself in sick.

Nothing is to be lost here.

Descending,

Softly draped over

Eye sockets agape, sinking in,

Seeping,

Elastic.

A tender mold.

How things are

And

How they came to be.

Further apart.

Firm in its detachment.

An empty tank falling free into a watery abyss,

Polluting,

Black goo of energy,

Now inert,

Darker than ever,

Impenetrable sky,

Starless.

Waiting,

Which won’t mean anything,

Not one

Single

Thing.

This feels like nobody’s time.

Did you expect it to be any different?

Had someone told you how thing would turn out to be,

What would you have done?




This knowledge…

All this knowledge should be interdicted.

None of us should known

None question nor wonder.

Is this awake?

An over abundance of seemingly chaotic points coming together,

Flow chambers leaking,

Seething,

Rivers dissolved.

As Light ceases its fluttering over a sunken omen.

I do not wish to untangle this yarn.

Please stop all the yearning

Prevent the old from bequeathing.

Silence the whispers, and with somber austerity let the pages burn,

Erasing from the sky the message,

“I know”.

Put locks on graveyards, cut off the aether

Snuff out the candles, bask in the shadow of truth.

Shelter us from the monstrosity of Heaven

For he who dwells above us Knows

And we are safe where darkness reigns

Protected by a solid dome of bliss,

Invisible,

Yet hammered deep into lime and the watery abyss:

the Great Deep.

While the spheres wander

Pregnant with words

Unspeakable to us

Awfully old and Heavy,

And Gods are burdened with what relieves us.

As all Things shall remain unaltered

As all Questions shall be unanswered.

Or else,

Cities will rise,

Palaces not by Gods conceived but by mortals erected,

So horrific that their mere existence,

The mere fact of their having been spoken of -- even in the middle of a secret desert --

Will pollute the past and the future

And somehow compromise the stars.

So long as this City never sees edifice,

The world shall ever be happy and courageous.

Fulfilled.

Overjoyed.

Exquisitely behaved

Of exceptional demeanor.

Gaily unaware that we’ve been doomed to suffer

Just because we told ourselves we could.

Mouth fed by something we cannot grasp

Blind hatchlings, purely incomplete,

Unfinished,

Warmly nested into absolute dependency.

All answers cleared, none of them by word.

• Experimental
• ambient
• drone
• improvisation
• noise
• tapes
• Bologna