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Being
We opened a portal for Lucy.
In her first incarnation,
She was called Alice.
(White on White.)
A virgin mind -
Opening.
Venturing into the night
Just slight
Of beings, shining bright
Madmen of the town.
(laughing.)
One morning I returned home.
The living room light was on.
From the light, the voice of my mom,
Calling out to her son.
“Pup. Come over here.”
There was no fear -
Only a bioluminescent, crescent interior,
Seeming to peer into the mundane exterior.
Dialed down, perhaps, from peak form.
Until I entered the light, that was on -
Exploding in a cubist reconfiguration
Be stilled, in the remnants of super cognition.
Re-entry, relatively, into my previous form.
Seeing sharp contrasts in the diameters of the room.
She sat, Indian style, sorting through some stuff, on the floor.
I could feel the energetic construct, geometric, to the core,
Sitting down with her, lit up with a secret.
She was pure
acceptance & peace…
Being.
Something I had never seen.
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