This one I did last month was crazy... FIVE MINUTES... and not the easiest read in the world...
“No trace anywhere of life, you say,
pah, no difficulty there,
imagination not dead yet,
yes, dead, good,
imagination dead imagine.
Islands, waters, azure, verdure,
one glimpse and vanished,
endlessly, omit.
Till all white
in the whiteness the rotunda.
No way in, go in, measure.
Diameter three feet,
three feet from ground
to summit of the vault.
Two diameters at right angles
AB CD
divide the white ground into two semicircles
ACB BDA.
Lying on the ground two white bodies,
each in its semicircle.
White too the vault and the round wall
eighteen inches high … from which it springs.
Go back out,
a plain rotunda,
all white in the whiteness,
go back in,
rap, solid throughout,
a ring as in the imagination
the ring of bone.
The light that makes all so white
no visible source,
all shines with the same white shine,
ground, wall, vault, bodies, no shadow.
Strong heat, surfaces hot
but not burning to the touch,
bodies sweating.
Go back out, move back,
the little fabric vanishes,
ascend,
it vanishes,
all white in the whiteness,
descend, go back in.
Emptiness, silence, heat, whiteness, wait,
the light goes down,
all grows dark together,
ground, wall, vault, bodies,
say twenty seconds,
all the greys,
the light goes out,
all vanishes.
At the same time the temperature goes down,
to reach its minimum,
say freezing-point,
at the same instant that the black is reached,
which may seem strange.
Wait, more or less long,
light and heat come back,
all grows white and hot together,
ground, wall, vault, bodies,
say twenty seconds,
all the greys,
till the initial level is reached whence the fall began.
More or less long,
for there may intervene,
experience shows,
between end of fall
and beginning of rise,
pauses of varying length,
from the fraction of the second to what would have seemed,
in other times, other places, an eternity.
Same remark for the other pause,
between end of rise and beginning of fall.
The extremes,
as long as they last,
are perfectly stable,
which in the case of the temperature may seem strange,
in the beginning.
It is possible too, experience shows,
for rise and fall to stop short at any point and mark a pause,
more or less long, before resuming,
or reversing, the rise now fall,
the fall rise,
these in their turn to be completed,
or to stop short and mark a pause,
more or less long, before resuming,
or again reversing, and so on,
till finally one or the other extreme is reached.
Such variations of rise and fall,
combining in countless rhythms,
commonly attend the passage from white and heat
to black and cold,
and vice versa. “
Not even a thank you!
