Letter from Vacarearchy Prison (excerpt I)

The following letter responds to several attacks made by the Vacarearchy Empire Minister Elect, who agreed that subversive milieu existed for ages, but argued that the battle against the River Isle Emperors Drapetes and Dysesthes should be contested solely in the celestial realms, not the terrestrial. As a Pheromolier bell bearer, Etymon IX responds to these criticisms on terrestrial grounds while waiting to face court-martial by his captors for the crime of desertion. Altogether, Etymon's letter is a defense of the motivations, tactics, and goals of the Vacarearchy campaign and the Pheromolier Movement in general.



who I am is intricate,

what I am is involved,

where I am is easier.


It was spoken that I had a suitable funeral.

As the whereabout makes the say of horizon,

how rich these fresh fields frolic free.

The coniferous needles beside the lemons,

and the onions behind the garlic.

The mint leaves affront of wild bergamot,

and the vinegar beside the mustard.

The sea salt behind the raspberries,

and the ginger affront of coffee beans.

The cocoa beside a grapefruit,

and a coconut behind a radish.

The cilantro affront of cranberries,

and olives beside figs.


Much to do about meditating in the mud

and relishing the rain,

corroborating with a wildlife stare.


I've decided to come and see you

rather than just wait for you,

in that hour, the moon will be waning

a torch light of a scythe's character,

the perception beside strength,

and the presence beyond the perception,

in an ocular secluded in seeing.