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 soul
could soon be sated...
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Absolutely divine! Well done, Bruce!
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