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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE THIRTY TWO]
HEMISPHERE THIRTY TWO: REAL PAIN TO MY SHAM FRIENDS
“Pain is something to carry, like a radio.” - Jim Morrison
(LEAH’S FRIENDS HOME)
The doors open to a strobe light, bodies in varying stages of movement.
Bass frequency weaved between revealings.
Leah takes Robert’s hand, colors expand in his perception, through the room, self consciousness giving way to…
Consciousness.
A brightness setting into the content of things.
* * *
The sound of beer pouring vibrates in the senses.
The first drink feels like a dream.
Entering the upper hemispheres of the mind.
Formulating constellations.
Leah takes a drink and yells out:
“Real pain to my sham friends, bitches.”
Published 19th Nov 2022
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