Flux AH
Curse the blue lexicon, flecked with gilt.
Its mind is a snow algebra, its throat a
Butchered mouth. On the grand lawns of syzygy,
Where thought and blood take wing… Light malingers.
The marksman shuts his eye. On stroke of blind
New isthmus, an obelisk tunelessly. The inscrutable forester,
His forelick damp with love, exudes a fruitless
Ardour for frisked toys in damask shade.
Third rose candour? On red Thursday it died.
Musical llama strafes the wordless child.
Flux BI
And for the word wondered to
What had. In which it whittling played
No hand. Ambient barricade. Tentacular
Fog. In the night of the arrhythmic
Mirrors, fixity be all. Serpent. Sum
Of same fault logic. Twisted honey
Brother whisper to powder school an
Income trussed of slow a parlour blither.
Blank of such bone veer have you.
Glisten us? Flower lamp bundle cow.
Rahul Santhanam
Rahul Santhanam is an experimental poet and mathematician, with work in Blackbox Manifold, Pamenar Online, The Rialto and Propel, among other venues. The sequence “Flux” looks outside literature for its models, in particular to the Lyrical Abstraction movement in painting, as exemplified in the work of artists such as Joan Mitchell, Nicolas de Stael, Gerhard Richter and Maki na Kamura.
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