An Arcane Beginning

If by some chance you have stumbled onto this nascient blog, welcome.
This initial posting is more place-holder than anything. However, here's a poem whose words may solve a puzzle.



P____ wings—we’re silent,
wondering;
watch updraft playfulness.
The shoreline nearest the ____
pulled in by intimations
of whirlpool,
quiet crackling frozen spiraling energy.
Tiny flies ambered in salt surface tension
________ and _______
and faux choral flat pink.

P____s again, throbbing
hum of pink and black wings,
enormous, saurian,
the graceful end of S______’s timeline.
We three, reverent listening:
is it their wings or throats?
an irreproducible soundscape
L__ could pass through
a guitar pickup retransmute
or like our slow moving cameras
leave them, ephemeral.

Drought white on white
R_______ as we climb,
silence outside but for my breath’s work;
inside swirls of remembered sound:
R___ K___, E___’s T___, if let out
the sounds would cascade down
to the snow like expanse,
topple crystals,
but I hold it in my head.

L__ has found a perfect rock;
long-ago foundations of small,
rectangular somethings poised
on the edge of uselessness return
in Bas relief.
I feel the pull,
the inevitable impulse to capture time,
slivers of seconds like:
his hair sweat spiky;
pastel palette smeared with massive texture;
pelicans, hundreds;
___________ sunflowers rustling;
black pink and suddenly white wings;
temptations towards gesture. <>
It’s the wings, the huge unison.
Phantom guitar
doesn’t produce the sound,
brushed bell tones pulling the eye from coiled earth.
Not potential energy frozen,
fixed in geologic time,
it is kinetic and poised;
I taste it each time I come.

That night:
They bend and remain
almost still,
L__ and his band,
gestural attitudes,
shared yet self-contained breathing T________s,
willing sustains and decays. Familiar melody
jarred away by this standing still,
two guitars aloft,
one slowly playing position feedback,
intersecting drones harmonic bell-like tones
in the sweaty dark.
Are they ready,
aware,
perceiving this wall of sound stillness?
Entropy and creation
ask so little of each other,
they touch at a single point of clarity,
tangential.
Waves evolve;
energy infuses gestural time,
a sense of impending.



Google and other tools create the spaces thus the puzzle is not facile.
Entirety is already out there; plagiarize at your own risk and broken bird karma.
Ratios of length and brea___ and you know who you are.

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More soon. Do not search for me, I am already there.