Lineage

III.

From the Music Manuscript Archive of Gordon Prim:


Sonata No. 2, Ubiquitous Nocturne, in C Sharp


All to the soothing, sonomic elegance and beauty of keyed staccato scales, uninterrupted evermore, the seriousness of harpsichord's curse rondo midnight of endless darkness ever fearful, the feast continued onward.

Ubiquitous Nocturne of searing, piercing, malevolent violin resonated decisively opening skyward portals of bone-confetti from the unspeakable, nameless chaos of the Dark Age.

Facing the music of the finale, the escapist nostalgia of physchic platitudes and verisimilitudes of hopeless sorrow transmogrified, unmolded nor from resins of plastics, into limbs hinged and bolted and bodies uniform in size, homogeneous in visage, impervious, earless waxy entities.

The impatient frenzy of modernity now educated in the way of stillness into Mannequin.

Resuscitative rain had yet to cleanse the exquisite offal from malodorous city sidewalks; the expiditous torso propelled itself thusly with ease on scabrous psalms of soiled hands.





©2019 by L.P. Van Ness

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