The Light Society - Ch 4
CHAPTER 4: The Genius for Shaping Clouds
Blue and Yellow now in full captivation ushering the sensations of light and tasting darker aspects of sexual energetic behavior while the orgy opens its eyes to greet the first golden peak hydra headed on the horizon, a dragon multibodied and the sensory nostrils incandescence awakening forth rainbow fire, rapture.
“I am only alive now,” said the man in green. “What you share seems the incandescience of awakening, the arc of fire.”
“It is a gift to the shade,” said Black. “It becomes you to see the massive chariot diving from the vaulting sky, alone riding on a wind swept shore. We must turn to face the giver of life, the rising sun.”
“I will travel with you through the rushing dark, rays of life, swift as an arrow piercing clouds,” said Indigo. “Pierce also my eyes.”
“Marching the silent to their death with wolf hair bristles and gilded clocks,” said White smiling and drinking wine with her tongue and her lips and her teeth.
“It is the soaring bliss to gather a necklace of human heads,” said Black, “and then to shield them from the mid day sun.”
“I’ve always been careful of superstition,” said Blue.
“I feel the devastation of new knowledge,” said Orange. She was still gazing through the crystal disk and the ferocious brigh beings of light flooded her with passoionate radiation. She turned to Indigo lustfully and Indigo returned her burning gaze.
“To lie at your feet beyond the diving sea, unmarried and lustful, to obey your command, to watch where you play with your lights in the violet shadow, the ever opened wound, maddeningly too close to the potion that moves your mouth and to taste your grapefruit, infinitely more delicious, that is my greatest pleasure,” Indigo.
“We can never just consume flame, never be too closely interwound,” said Violet,” said to Red off in the distance in the throes of new love.
“The soundless mouths are everywhere in chains,” sasid White. “Speak freely, do not hold back, where the watch makers fight to confess their sexual appetites, we’ll bring the shimmering of arrows like flashing lights.”
“What if your will is wrong?” replied Red to her, licking her tongue.
“We will drowned the large body of dark decaying hedges, and there will be a child born from the eternity of death making.” said Violet.
“With sails adapted to the breezes of heaven, the silent ballet of pale lips will grab us by the ankles and open our eyes wide under the watery twilight,” said Orange.
“That is right Orange. We find pleasure in our senses.” said Black. “What might have been outsiders, the work of hunters; instead, we will turn the grass, we who sought the shade with torches and flashing light.
Green turned on by this spoke to Black, “He who set fire to the stars can not match this radiance.” He then turned his head to Yellow who was enjoying the outbursts. “It must be us who opens the hundred gated river in the center of the center.”
Yellow responded lustfully and Green moved to kiss her center.
“There is a red fiend consuming purple pie on the silken road, the shadowy fiend in the moon’s cold glare with a great mirroring charm like snaking light,” said White, setting down a dessert of sweet sea grapes. “There are seemingly robust underworlds of vastness opening like a wind torched glittering fan. We, with ceremonial dances near the public fountains, must preach the gospels of light.”
“I’ve spread my hawks in the lusty dungeons,” said Ms. Yellow to Green, “in the raspberry rooms illuminated by burning light, under the soft sand, in the swoon of the curling trees, my eyes flowering in the moonlight. Down there, there is no stalking grape grayness, only crystals of black liquid glass.”
White smiling said, “You have not seen the bird hunter with his collection of flaming wings.” Grasping hold of Orange’s hair as she swallows the scepter of beingness. White now standing over Black and Orange while she disentagled the universe with her teeth and tongue and lips.
“It will fall like fate, the warm glowing oil will echo from beyond,” Black said while grabbing hold of the white woman’s ageless flesh,”
“If it be your will then why not allow the stout pearl grey fantasia,” said White showing her teeth to black, pinkish thoughts.
“The light ships travel in size and have a love affair with the weather,” replied Black. “They are the bits of diamonds in the water. The darkness was here before the foaming roaring raging sea of sound.”
White moved behind Orange and pulled down her robe to expose her back and placed her fingers between the shoulder blades. She began to massage her back and listen to her precious groans. “On the other side of silence there is a trickle of ivory. Something like elephant hunting. There is a new real future within the very fact of frequency, a peculiar beauty of the open mouth.”
Suddenly Black dropped his robe to the floor and in his nakedness began to sing with his sabre opening dimentionally:
“The genius for shaping clouds
In the bloom or in the glare
One shot of the harpoon,
Has quietly landed there
In the quivering tongue
The world is undone”
The Illuminous Rebellion