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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FORTY TWO]
HEMISPHERE FORTY TWO: DARKNESS OF VEILS
“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born.” - Anonymous?
(ROBERT’S PERCEPTION)
“Show me your dreams Robert.”
He wonders, very briefly, how I know his name, a curiosity that gives way to hemispheres of constellations.
His mind opens.
A dark crystal.
I see a shadow figure over an audience, bright lights flashing.
“Yes. That is quite beautiful.”
And then I see the vision become a canvas, opened in the precision of a razor blade incision.
Then an expanding cigarette burn on the surface of micro film.
“Never let anyone take your dreams Robert.”
The incised canvas of his perception returns to this place of stars and shadows.
A force seeks to anchor him to the possibilities and potentialities of the mundane.
“One must be extra-dimensional Robert.”
He is about to think of looking at me, but sees first, my hand impossibly reach into the stars, pulling an object from a twinkle:
A microphone, inscribed.
“I now proclaim thee to be: DJ FEAR.”
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