Abyss & Apex : First Quarter 2006

time the illusion

by s.c.virtes

Time flows
nothing is what it seems
seeming is believing
so we believe

We are African masks
carved on a primeval world
lost on oceans &

There is a home out there
either a soft nebula
with our name on it
or a piece
of crumpled aluminum
in an alley.

Picture a hospital
with one giant bed and

a spray of bobbing balloons:

Hearts grow large & small
they pump & pulse
they find themselves
in small cars

to a place
where the big screen
has long since crumbled
to sticks:

Choose any blind moment
cells tumble
traffic jams of raw life
lively, supernatural

A dance of life
the universe and
yesterday’s poisons.

There will be a venting
of deep dark stress
a crossing of enzymes
a green light flashing

a biology for tomorrow
a moment of utter
a blinding
an illusion of
self turning.



Scott Virtes has had more than 300 stories and poems published since 1986, even one piece in Analog. He was one of the sailors in the film Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World and is now writing/directing short films, still trying to find an audience. See tales.scvs.com for the latest info. 


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Art Director: Bonnie Brunish

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