ILLUMINATION IN THE
MUTANT RAIN FOREST
by Bruce Boston
watercolor by Marge Simon
Rebel saints and stray pariahs,
clever con artists and stalwart desperadoes,
mad adventurers and rogue fanatics,
devotees of all that is outré and fantastic...
embrace the transfigurations of this spacious borderland,
this unexpected frontier where individual imaginations
can chance freedom and death beyond
the hermetic wisdom of dome-dweller cant,
beyond the futureless ghetto entrapment
of the unshielded urban sprawl...
where it is rumored that in a valley yet to be mapped,
somewhere in the vast interior of this organic labyrinth,
light, the very spiritus lux incarnate,
roams the treetop canopy silently
from branch to intertwining branch...
spilling a liquid radiance from the cups of flowers,
rifling the hidden plumage of exotic birds,
peeling an ebon sheen
from the chitinous backs of arboreal beetles...
gathering diverse shades and blending unseen colors
to cast an illumination so archly pure
in its dusk light clarity
that it fills the leaves with a rarefied translucence
for miles in every direction...
so potent in its distillation
you must smell and taste and savor
its foxfire nectar with every intake of breath,
so vital in the implications
of its visionary promise
that tears will rule your cheeks...
and you will know with a certainty akin to madness
that all the unnamed appetites of your questing soulcould soon be sated...
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