Cosmic Riptide
A surrealist fiction with A.I. generated illustrations.... by Mike Pearson Undercover agents of a future fore warned by the ancient voices from the backroom of the universe. Sumerian newcomers marvelled at what had come before. The vastness of forever laid out before then. Songs of Forever Swimming in salmonella rivers with tangerine laughing ghosts that have seen it all before. In awe and dusty tears of gratitude and fear. Entropic corroded gears and levers work feverishly to keep up with demand for horizons , zeniths and molecules. Death had to be invented when the curiosity got too overwhelming and someone volunteered to go into the black cranberry night of electric soul magic. We have been waiting ever since, killing and starving in feverish fervour .....in hidden hope that someone might get in touch and ask us to stop sending souls to the time grinder Looking back behind the horizon Welcome to the arrival of yesterday yet again Against the fence as hi...