...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Sunday, March 5, 2017
letters
The medium (is it liquid or air) is grey blue, blue grey. There is a current, strong and churning, but not violently so - just active. The bits within are light grey. Many, many are tiny, tiny dots- indicating not shape, but beginning to. Others are larger and are letters. They almost all become grey letters, floating free. I see the tiny bits become them by the tens or more, all these letters issuing out like blown pollen from these tiny swirling dots. I can't believe my eyes or how far back I can see. I am not asleep. I absolutely am not but the credibility of what I'm seeing is total (if hard to describe). I don't think the letters form words. I look for them. Maybe there, then gone. Some are not letters but simple symbols, swirling with the current.
It was a much more fantastic vision than I am able to describe. It continued in its great swirling movement and variation for a very long time.
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