Iglesia………………………………………Episode 54

(Iglesia is a serialized novel, published on Tuesdays and Saturdays at midnight ET, you can read all of the episodes by clicking on the tag.)

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“How did you cheat?” Abe asked.

“Thusly,” Rogers replied

He reached into his inner jacket pocket and took out two pieces of paper. He handed one to each of them and told Abe to read it aloud. Fast, without stopping, no matter what happened. He told Iglesia that as soon as Abe stopped, she should do the same.

Peja Stojakovic

gleefully festooned the limpid girth

of the interwoven zeppelins

haphazard projectiles

portentously looming

their beribboned visages

unforeseen by conventional telemeters

bulging obscenely

with the inglorious ornaments

in the hoary gloaming

as they lingered inconsequentially

beneath the interstices

of the frosted spheroids

calculating the intransigence

of polyamorous hijackers

hellbent on

inciting randomized fractal mischief

in these fecund fields

where once lay the head of kings

and radishes

and Rashomon the only

gainsaying determinant

of who would rue the day

the hour however

belonged incontrovertibly

to Peja

As Abe read each line an “image,” seemingly solid and real, that roughly corresponded to the line, appeared in the gymnasium. A series of surreal images, but in a form solid enough so that whatever images his mind perceived within the gibberish, however his consciousness ‘understood’ it…. a form of corresponding “perceived image”, became “real.” For a moment, at least.

Then, as Iglesia started reading, an entirely new set of images…her perceptions…appeared. Hers seeming more solid from the get go. Partially at least, because unlike Abe, she knew who the fuck Peja Stojakovic had been. As she finished reading, Peja drained a three pointer. A buzzer sounded.

And then Peja quickly vanished, for lack of a lasting belief in his existence.