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The mushroom
The unfolding

instant of creation (fertilization)
not an instant separate from breakfast
It all flows down & out, flowing

but that instant:
not fire & fusion (fission) but a moment
of jellied ice, crystal, vegetative mating
merging in cool slime splendour
a crushing of steel & glass & ice

(instant in a bar; glasses clash, clink, collide)

far-out splendour

heat & fire are outwards signs of a
Small dry mating

event in a room
event in space
a circle
Magic rite
To call up the godhead
spirits, demons
The shaman calls:
“When radio dark night…”
We are eating each other.

The Voice of the Serpent
dry hiss of age & steam
& leaves of gold
old books in ruined
Temples
The pages break like ash

I will not disturb
I will not go

Come, he says softly

an old man appears &
moves in tired dance
amid the scattered dead
gently they stir

I received an Aztec wall
of vision
& dissolved my room in
sweet derision
Closed my eyes, prepared to go
A gentle wind inform’d me so
And bathed my skin in ether glow

The cigarette burn’d
my fingertips
& dropp’d like a log
to the rug below
My eyes took a trip
to dig the chick
Crouch’d like a cat
at the next window
My ears assembled music
out of swarming streets
but my mind rebelled
at the idiot’s laughter
The rising frightful idiot laughter
Cheering an army of
vacuum cleaners

Mouth fills w/taste of copper.
Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters.
Gyro on a string, a table.
A coin spins. The faces.

There is an audience to our drama.
Magic shade mask.
Like the hero of a dream, he works for us,
in our behalf.

How close is this to a final cut?

I fall. Sweet blackness.
Strange world that waits & watches.
Ancient dread of non-existence.

If it’s no problem, why mention it.
Everything spoken means that,
it’s opposite, & everything else.
I’m alive. I’m dying.

1st wild thrush of fear

A phone rings
There is a knock on the door.
It’s time to go.
No.



-Morrison
Image size
5184x3281px 1.84 MB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon EOS REBEL T3i
Shutter Speed
1/332 second
Aperture
F/16.0
Focal Length
21 mm
ISO Speed
100
Date Taken
May 6, 2044, 6:22:31 PM
Lens
EF-S18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 IS II
Sensor Size
22mm
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FallenLeavesFairy's avatar
From nowhere with love, on the enth of marchember,
dear, most respected, darling, sweetie, but it matters not
who, for, speaking frankly, I won’t remember
facial features, I, sincerely not yours, but
no one’s best friend, hail you on a whim
from one of five continents on cowboys leaning.
I loved you better than angels and even Him,
and so I’m farther from you
than from them this evening.
In the distant depths of the sleepy valley, at night,
In the town, to the door knobs buried in snow,
wringing upon the sheet as was not described,
almost certainly, anywhere below,
from beyond boundless seas, I am howling “you,”
fluffing both sides of the stale pillow,
with my limbs recreating your features anew
all alone in the dark like some crazy mirror.

(Brodsky)

don't know why... remembered this one... 'From nowhere with love...'
always without any reason they come <3

a piece of your magic is more than magic...  :-*