Excerpt from "INDIGON" by Paula Hayes
Indigon heaves hail stones as large as tortoises. Her preparations as locator of Indigon Sanctuary now complete. Her love is a bruised, damaged, mangled torrent of tears, the torrential rain from green black clouds tinged with violet and electric blue. She is the rain that drenches the opened solarium now broken by hail, bringing with it nitrogen rich nutrients to the starving Baobab and Acacia taken from below the concept once known as ‘equator’.
The antiquated, the lines of separation when matter was understood as divisible, parsed and static.
Indigon! Destroyer of delusion and dementia that overcame the humans before The Disappearance.