Murphy blinkered by seven veils of his own selecting, the chair of his platonic cabinet a wheel not yet known to the Academy, rocks as does the sinking crescent moon as we promenade along a line of longitude against which is surveyed a rectilinear beach traversing the known globe with our western eyes.
Some son of Murphy, staring into the blue to first detect hilal, stricken by a headache so seizing his forehead he spends the next month in near total darkness thus being denied (or so she told him) a fine view of a rare and total eclipse, unexpected, unpredicted, like a brief death.
acute cité cesse cécité Cécile Celia ciel Stella scellé Cecilia cilia cils astral
points, orbs yet no circumference, a radius far too vast, radiant
[ <<La Muse malade>> et "Solaris" de Stani Lem ]
liens obscurs
green stars,
her emerald locks, lifted by the stream,
coiffure verdâtre
a bottle uncorked and that cork happily lost underfoot
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