Cassandra Fractal
The farmhouse segment begins in late summer going into autumn. The autumn was a beautiful color wheel of quilted patterns. Ghost green painting eerie Catskill foothills wearing immutable grown gowns of fir and spruce glowing Lovecraftian backdrops of an alien environment that is strangely and intimately familiar. Invisible giant artisans at play against ineffable time fields. Into this dimension of dream life universal otherness would slip away from ominous tides of perception bringing objective unwished for. It may be tempting to trap oneself in some memory space.
Cannot remain in this once was for too long time. Jump frame flickers stops starts. Perhaps it’s a feature of living in such dream mirror shadows. Cassandra now a pale fragile ghost haunting tones, textures, image within an image like a mermaid in a painting made by what was in herself a mythic creature of his fervid imagination.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Written on 2026-07-29 at 01:26
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