m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


elan vitale

elan vitale

transfixed élan vitale

 

ill starred event in the city of dis.

aster crowded skies visioned

from white picket fence.

we begin again in the midst,

everything swirls in one glass of wine.

the world can’t hail mary out of this,

everything lost in pandaemonium

hell! everything is in everything.


 

where, oh where is the nothing?

darkmatter feeds eating everything;

the fence, the prayer, the wine, the paranoia,

the whole city in the midst,

carved out like a cork tree.  

peeled of its soft gold that will not die,

purify the earth spoiled in taint

sustain, manage, create no waste.



 

awe on the face of the vanquished.

awe inspiring doom spoken and written.

again and again paradise returns tarnished,

this time not lost but left with true erudition.

who built this city, breaks the cycle of tarnish?

tongues speak of swords in the sky

sent by dragons and little angels banished,

enumerated old themes left to verify.


 

listen to the inner voice heard.

walk out of misery with the word.

utter the love for the power of the tongue.

speak it, eat it, call it into existence,  

neutralized vapors of unity, duality and trinity.

harmony from the amorphousness,

the earth diver wakes out of nothing, infinity

the song sung whispering tetragrammaton…



 

flow! now the vibe, a polysexual ethos;

white, pure, and pristine pathos

with a tinge, a clean musk, a tannin of cork;

emergence dancing, spiralling double helix.

everything transparent gold,

luster of light sparkles off pearls,

drinking astral wine the pure light of yore,

extremophiles caught up in the palace of no mores.


 

no separation, no sun, no moon!

warmth in light of everlasting sense,

growing branches from trunks of perfect prune.

coursing driving force no longer minced

all swimming in the current of life, neutrinos atune.

i am the wine, i am the prayer, i am the fence,

i am the paranoia, i am the uncorked triune,

key of soporific reality torus folding, intense.  


 

duppy eidolon in gigantic erotic whirling tidal,

broken free of the finite mind, shattered.

liberation from the constraint of cycle

of language, of words, of twenty-six letters,

of the alphabet to the omega spiral.

standing with the pure signified grand deceivers,

encompassing the long cold embrace of disciples,

inhale the whole evolved essence- transfixed élan vital.



 

firefly

firefly

october gale!

october gale!