The Be-Coming of NewMedia
The Be-Coming of NewMedia
Envisioning ArtForms for Be-Coming Ages;
  The Spectre and The Fiance

Did you peak through the shutter?
Into the Pyre
Which is in soft focus—By candles
When the Spectre came in—They were there
Together
Naked—There
Over there—On the bed
He said—Come see how I take
Your Fiancée
And it seemed to me
That she resisted—With all her might
That she cried—That she pleaded
No—No
Then she stopped—As if she had just
Experienced the fire
That which—Was her struggling
And—Started panting
Regularly
As she held the Spectre to her shoulder
The Spectre—Being of that Phoenix
I could only see
The whites of her eyes
She had such power over my deity
When it was all over
She started to cry—Again
The Spectre—Then with great tears
Roared with laughter
Ha—Ha—Ha
The same thing was repeated
Again
And—Again
And—Again
And—Finally
He got up
And the pyre was lit
I now could not miss it
My place in the rapture
That of Phoenix and his beautiful pyre
So as the pyre gets lit for the Phoenix
So does mine here on earth
Well there is my Fiancée—But
In my heart all I heard—Was
She is no longer Becoming—She
Has—Now
Been finalized
Then—I had to console her
And stroke her hair
She Let out a cry—Which almost—But
We Loved each other
She was so good to me
When I had
Even the slightest cold
She applied poultices