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DeepUnderground#10
DeepUnderground#10
“The hemisphere of her…” - Cipher_O
(David’s Apartment)
Tenderized, in scintillating aspects, the heat, the warmth, he is coming unraveled, inside of himself, to the outside of himself, which was previously the inside.
Learning to be more at ease.
Not laissez faire, just…
Less given to what he self diagnosed as:
Undiagnosable derivation of some disorder, revised and edited, over the course of the diagnostic manuals.
* * *
Saliva expands in ink blotting.
Tongue pressed against the gum of a RAW, rolling paper, filled with a piney flower, fresh, antiseptic, having a twisted filter at the edge.
His fingers are beginning to be mechanical with the rolling.
Making a ritual of it.
Ritual has a way of centering a person.
And the steady stream of strains, coming about in this age of legalization, gives him quite a magical forest to explore.
As demonstrated by the tint of cool, on his aura.
The joint comes together, filter strait to lips, gifted zippo clicking, flaming the flower, sending the pinene influenced terpenes into the air, colliding with ceiling.
Formulating a rolling cloud.
Meeting the wall, rolling down the wall in what becomes like droplets of dreams.
His perception, becoming altered.
* * *
How many days or nights had he stared at the ceiling, turning the ceiling to a looking glass, turning the ceiling to a crystal ball.
A crystal ball…
His mind’s eye become’s a crystal ball.
Katherine has sent him only one photograph, but he can see her, a look of solemnity, dashing through the snow.
Something about her poetry, her art, the way she lived her life…
Poetry in motion, the motion of poetry animating that which springs forth from the essence of a presence.
Her presence.
He thinks of his first encounter with…
Magic.
Her words captivated him, entirely, in ways he understood, which whispered into zero points of extravagant expeditions.
She opened in his mind in revelations, beginning in nodes, going internodal, like stars born into shining expansions and retractions…
Islands of waves, in light bodies, transcending imprisonment in the screaming silence of desolation, distilled into stillness.
Every letter of every word.
It was impossible for him not to gravitate into the hemisphere of her.
Published 22nd Dec 2022
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22nd Dec 2022 4:38pm
I might be way off but it feels as if David dealing with what is real and thinking about what he desires the future to be?
23rd Dec 2022 4:28pm
Thank you JAZZMANOR...
I very much appreciate your perspective...
(I have been pondering the history
and essence of storytelling...
I am exploring the idea of a frequency of freedom...
For both, the reader and writer...
I feel like it works for the Wild West of Ebooks...
I think...
As the publishing industry becomes increasingly
more commercialized...
The need for outside the box grows...)
In any event, your perspective adds creative energies to this creative endeavor and I appreciate that...
I very much appreciate your perspective...
(I have been pondering the history
and essence of storytelling...
I am exploring the idea of a frequency of freedom...
For both, the reader and writer...
I feel like it works for the Wild West of Ebooks...
I think...
As the publishing industry becomes increasingly
more commercialized...
The need for outside the box grows...)
In any event, your perspective adds creative energies to this creative endeavor and I appreciate that...
22nd Dec 2022 11:24pm
If he gravitated into the hemisphere of her, I hope he had a good landing.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
23rd Dec 2022 4:28pm
