epistolary for the old gods

within a grand crystalline circuit

with electric tendrils of plasma

stretched across timeless motionless void

here and there accretions

of molten metal

of ice and gas

and surface islands

among grand swirling clouds

and canopies

of living cable

that hold the soil down

in a net of rhizomes

erecting mineral statues

and viaducts for living water

sap and oil

grand cites for the arthropods

and avians alike

so with a gnarled bit of deadfall

he entwines the finest bit of volcanic silica

with the sinews of a fallen beast

and the various mineral bones of the earth

an array for coalescent gossamer from the aethyrs

and to his eyes

the leaves gleam

even at night with the blood of dryads pulsing flow

and in his most fevered nightmare

he dreams of us

with our radioactive handsets

chattering through the ionosphere

the most vapid miasma of misinformation

clogging the noosphere like a fearsome clot

but he is comforted to be greeted

by another psychonaut

far away with a frame drum

and a bit of fire

to carry his chanting to the auroral

signal from the heart of the galaxy

so the gap is bridged
. . .
copyright Peter Asher Watts 2010