ABOUT ONCE AN EARTH WEAK

James Quentin Devine m.v.d. · 💙

        About once an Earth week,
        .
        I go above.
        .
        ↑
        .
        The Monks take me.
        .
        I don't know their names.
        Their real names.
        If they have names.
        What they call themselves.
        How they conceive of themselves.
        If they conceive.
        If they have selves.
        .
        They have me, now.
        I'm in the Container.

        .

    

Join me ↓

        The Monks are from
        TRAPPIST-1 e.
        .
        "Twelve-and-a-half parsec hop."
        .
        Rabelais told me, clear as a bell.
        In words that weren't.
        Wireless, wordless.
        .
        Funny name for a planet.
        Gotta wonder the purpose.
        Can't imagine it's what they call it.
        But then, I can't understand them.
        Wireless, wordless.
        .
        Generation of a voice.
        Their speech — if it's to be understood as speech — is mouthless, unvoiced, direct.
        .
        Feinting prayers.
        Laserly.
        Tunnel-vision hymnal.
        .
        Communication by impression.
        Execution in expression.
        Over-air telepathy.
        Invisible gestures.
        Formless.
        .
        Yes.
        Wireless, wordless.
        Yes.
        A world of the wordless.
        Yes.
        Blessed silentists.
        .

        They come as a quartet.
        Always the four.
        .
        Rabelais, Guido, Hildegard, and Teresa.
        .
        Straight to your door.
        The Monks are here to collect.
        .

        Pick me up.
        Beaming.
        .
        Yearly check-in.
        Every 6.1 Earth days.
        The duration of their orbit.
        .
        I know when to expect them.
        And I always look forward to it.
        .
        Clairvoyant.
        Like celestial clockwork.
        Silent fire in the sky.
        .
        Cloaked, stealthy.
        Flung-in on stellar winds.
        Seemingly unseen to the unobservers.
        Or unobserved, as the case may be.
        Unobservant.
        Underserved.
        .
        Shepherd or serpent.
        All under heaven.
        Severed of murmurs.
        .

        I am Observed.
        Contained.
        Prodded, intruded.
        Floated in solutions.
        Emptied of pollutants.
        .
        Indeed — probed.
        .
        Pains taken, gone.
        Beyond what the sun's shown.
        And for that I am blessed.
        .
        A disassembled abductee.
        Into the vat.
        Solve me, dissolve me.
        Oceanic.
        .
        Grateful to operate under their spell.
        Cellular bindings.
        To be operated upon.
        Reconditioned.
        In the painless chamber.
        .
        An ecstatic exorcism.
        Out-of-body orgasm.
        .

        
        Barnacles, scraped.
        Burden's slump erased.
        Plaque eradicated.
        Wear unwound.
        An end to unease.
        Stresses diminished, dismissed.
        Tensions resolved.
        Unclenched.
        .
        Relief.
        Release.
        Refinement.
        .
        File-me-down.
        Cleansing.
        Smoothing.
        Amniotic soothing.
        .

        "Trauma," is it, you're calling it?
        .
        Well that's a You thing.

    

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m.v.d.

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✦ Lost Eros, CA · Aug 2024. TRAPPIST-1 e · 6.1 Earth days.