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The Purpose of Reality - Steve Simpson
THE PURPOSE OF REALITY: LUNAR. Copyright © 2022 by Steve Simpson.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be used, reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without prior written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For information, contact Meerkat Press at info@meerkatpress.com.
ISBN-13 978-1-946154-71-2 (Cloth)
ISBN-13 978-1-946154-72-9 (Paperback)
ISBN-13 978-1-946154-73-6 (eBook)
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Cover art by Steve Simpson
llustrations by Steve Simpson
Book design by Tricia Reeks
Printed in the United States of America
Published in the United States of America by
Meerkat Press, LLC, Asheville, North Carolina
www.meerkatpress.com
To the memory of the Australian Poet Michael Dransfield (1948–1973), whose achievements in his tragically short life were a luminous inspiration.
Contents
Anachrônia
The Rest of Me
Sereia
The Detective
The Return of Doctor Petal
The Egg in White
When We’re Real
The Perfidy of Memory
Requiem for the Toaster
Homo Sapiens, Beta Release
When will the mowing be done?
Solar Disenchantment
Time and Air
Deija Vitro
The Martian Stereomart
The End of the First Inter-Apocalyptic Era
Omégaville
Minimum Safe Distance
The Rewound World
The Cat
Paperback Rider
About the Author
Index of Illustrations
Simpson’s visual evolution engine was used in the creation of the illustrations.
Anachrônia: The background was generated from a 7-minute recording of Simpson’s EEG (T7 and T8 electrodes).
Sereia: The textures were created with Vegemite™. No fish were harmed in the making of this artwork.
Nameless Peccadilloes: Some elements were generated from 32-second signatures of Simpson’s EEG.
Anachrônia
Sereia
The Crystal City
In Wonderland
Divergent Evolution
Butterfly Plans
Buds of Nascent Universes
The Rewound World
Nameless Peccadilloes
That is Who We Are
Anachrônia
Once the sun was planetary,
with the earth, its moon.
Once mornings began in auroral mysteries,
and gravity’s rule was lighter than air.
Now the earth falls round the sun
and the moon around the earth,
but while our memories echo with violets
and fragrance, fragments of volition,
come with me, my friend.
Self-pity is a shoreline one
must not walk a cappella.
Come with me,
and we’ll face our lives with living.
The tide of days never carried us,
its melody washes over us.
No sanctuary, no purity,
our shields and swords lie rusted
in the byways of the city’s neon.
Yet every chance encounter
led us here, and on will lead us
in the final dance.
Through the night, a DJ’s mellowed metal,
by the lyre, madrigals,
and in the sepia light of yesterdays,
we’ll admire dewy cobwebs
on statues in a garden,
raise rattling breakfast cups
to those who’ve flown afar,
and do the crossword, two across:
a crossroads
a crossing
to cross.
We’ve always known our ending waits
cretaceous on a chalky beach,
where the slate-gray skies
write white-horse lessons
on the blackboard sea—
the final class before our graduation.
But in these mortal moments,
when time is birdsong,
and the weather rests beneath a branch,
when distant evanescence hides in dreams,
come with me.
The Rest of Me
At the Café Économique,
they serve one class of patron,
one strength of resteamed coffee grounds,
a minor bird is hopping on a plastic olive branch,
and a mangy city cat is watching.
I’m seated at a graceless table
reading faded scrawls on a communal
paper napkin.
Some nights are filled with poison
and the morning has no tourniquet,
it seeps into the day.
I gaze across the unforgiving sea
at sunrise. My nets are in a tangle,
and I sail in fishless circles.
Some nights belong to the Marias—
Maresia and Maré. They command
the silvery fish to shine in spiral arms,
to cluster in the corners of my cabin.
I turn the napkin over.
So cold, their fallen light.
My schemes, my plans, my cravings
are Rorschach ink in their osmotic sky,
and yet they make the mornings honey sweet,
dress the winter sun in gaily colored knits,
in camouflaged ambivalence.
The rest has faded into coffee stains
and lipstick imprints, but angled in one corner,
two final words:
Goodbye, Renato¹
~/~
In the square outside, the march of busyness
arrives, departs, commutes, in buses, taxis,
and machines that I don’t recognize.
A wild wind is swelling, and grimy raindrops streak the café windows.
Von Kármán vortex streets are trailing through the crowds,
that run or huddle or comment on the weather
—its unexpected forcefulness—
and one by one they’re taken, swept aloft,
and gone.
~/~
Time passes, stays a while, I refill my coffee cup,
and notice there’s a change outside:
while the groundlings rise and vanish in the clouds,
another group descends.
A few land in the traffic and cause a snarl,
others come to the Économique
for coffee and a chat.
They cannot pay, they have no cash or cards
or clothes, but they open lines of credit.
A newcomer nods and seats herself nearby.
I make causal conversation
about our napkin and the weather,
about the curious cycle of events outside,
about living.
Could she possibly help me understand?
She does and I do.
She reconstructs the nightly sea:
its poisons and its sweets,
the fishing fleet and the two Marias,
Maresia and Maré,
the moon and her subservient stars.
Time’s a two-way street,
I’ve reached the future,
the mysteries of the present
are all behind me now.
In a while, I’ll notice the mobile phone
that’s pressed against her ear,
and wonder if I’m merely listening in,
irrelevant