Hanno was walking the streets of Dublin
or Toronto.. an odd choice or choice of terminology.. Dublin
Toronto.. was the FlQ crisis coming to Toronto as it had to Dublin...
were there to be tanks in the streets in toronto.. it was just like a
hayspring in the air.. scintillating sparks of speech like champagne
bubbles naked breasts.. many medusas.. medusa was a woman of naked
breasts stung a puncture bleeding wound by her serpents.. her serpent
hair bit her naked breasts.. medusa streets of toronto.. medusa was
everywhere.. there was so much in toronto that was turned to rock..
rock sculptures.. of buildings.. buildings turned to stone like
toppling dominos.. a radio network of thought was medusa's hair..
medusa's hair was from mars from a telepathic mars.. a radio network
of hair which telegraphed thought as voices to her ears.. her
hairserpents spoke whispers to her ears in silent prose.. in silent
literature.. literature through her hair to her ears.. Hanno loved
medusa he always had.. she was so .. innocent.. so ready to die into
another existance.. to die into another monster heaven.. she was
ready to be transfigured to myth.. to accept her curse as a
blessing.. medusa's hair was a media radio skyscraper.. a skyscraper
of hair.. a city of hair.. with telepathic nodes of communication..
the lights about hanno spun in each their quantum orbits of sound..
the sound of lights the silent sound of lights.. of colours.. of
colours rendered naked static like naked medusa.. naked static medusa
her soul transfigured to ice.. her gaze turned perpetually upon
herself turning her naked body to naked stone.. her transfiguration
into a creature of myth.. the colours and lights of the city were
medusa's hair.. her hair were strobe lights.. a strobe lantern of
city hair.. the tic toc lantern clock time of her hair.. a fire hair
lantern.. of time .. a fire time.. fire was time.. flames of time..
the licks of time flamed her lantern heart.. medusa..
.. what was naked athena to
eric.. to hanno.. to the same man eric hanno.. she was the pregnant
daughter of naked medusa.. naked athena was a naked sculpture.. she
was a naked sculpture of war.. war had sculpted her being.. she had
transmitted that war to medusa's hair.. making it war hair.. athena's
naked soul was the warrior hair of naked medusa.. athena was the
click clock of war.. the tic toc war .. tic toc octopus war.. many
times a war.. many a minute to war .. our minutes are lives.. as
macbeth said.. poor old macghimley.. the nightingale lament.. the
nightingale laments of war.. of athena's eternal war.. a whistling
lament of naked athena's naked body war..
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