Zin Uru: a Dance with Micromegas and Philemon

 


Zin Uru takes the form of the Green Man

when he meets Micromegas and Philemon

and together they sing

"We are the Wild Men who  bleed the sap of sin"

A face appears in architecture completely surrounded by foliage

Above the Green man three Hares run in circles, joined by their ears

Running in eternal cycles like a fire wheel

Green man has one ear to the ground

Plugged into the earth, the other to our spirits between worlds

Like fungi plugged into a synthesiser his connection makes noises

That moves between harmony and chaos

Comparable to progressive ambient music due to it’s pitch, pace and hypnotic sounds

 

The Green man watches from pillars and fountains

Composing our impulses into songs for Valkyries and Fae

While the wind hoots through the forest of lost perspectives

Who is Man, Who is Sapiens, Sap-I-En-s , Sap Being,

Who is Being, Who-Man or Wo-Man , perhaps

Micromegas and Philemon in One

 

Micromegas looms over the sky tower

the Who-Man can’t see me                 Too big for 3d screems & flat line plots

Philemon sits in the hollow tree in Albert Park

They can’t see you, not yet, they never did , can’t even see me

not all of me anyways they see my pieces      only  existing in the minds eye 

            yet they see my flight             did they see the birds?

 

 

they can’t really see me

Micromegas stretches through the sky and touches the moon with a finger,

 

I could be that flash of air vaulting light        flickers snickering in the night

followed by a sonic footstep   those hurricanes                      that tsunami   

you are the butterfly that left a print in our bed         mixing up a phoenix cocktail         it’s all in the biodiversity

 

Micromegas and Philemon in One

 

Philemon sits in a lemon tree

they can’t see that I can dress up as the ghost in time  that you  expected;

your camera caught  what your memory puzzles together

I am always your description

Micromegas steps into the harbour, the water doesn’t even notice as he frowns at the viaduct

with nodes, dance of oscillation, a pyramid geometry; we see what we believe

Philemon stands on the roof, in the battlement of a mini castle feet in the crenel, arms on merlon

engraved onto the unconscious

 

Who-Man        Wo-Man          Micromegas and Philemon in One

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