The Sleeping Museum

for Christopher Dewdney

Inside the Sleeping Museum the Linnaean taxonomies mash, remix, and mash again.

Flora and fauna, murmuring in their vitrines, swap costumes, birthing unnatural histories.

Under fluorescent suns Victorian wunderkammers slosh and spill their sums, untranslating the narratives back (forward) into primordial swarm.

Here we glimpse the "liminal merge," the "visible join" of slow-wave sleep. Forgotten breeds seaming and sampling themselves, captured on nocturnal camera traps.

Scent of imaginal discs percolating in somnambulistic chambers.

Because the future of specieshood is un-knowable, the Sleeping Museum has gone offline.

Leaking syrupy logics of the future-ancient.