I like to flow and grapple
And turn things inside out
The great secret can finally be told
Only the bold will know
There isn’t any truth one can hold
It’s best to just keep things above board
Life and death require no explanation
Only our participation
They often cause airy consternation
No need to see behind the curtain
Knowing the way doesn’t
Ensure one will win their game
Not one serious moment
So we play the game
No longer seeking higher ground
Here is just fine
Twiddling my thumbs
Projecting space and time
Turning on a dime
I am not alone
When you finally awake
You don’t remember a damn thing
Until the next time you play
The game between all games
The other day I took a walk and I stopped for a bit and found myself staring off into space thinking about a fish or something. Something caught my eye in a thick bunch of vines with orange pink flowers.
I saw a leaf move strangely I thought, must be a stick bug. I thought I saw a small arm. I didn’t move, my breathing slowed down as if someone poured honey in my mouth.
I began to feel quite thirsty. I saw the leaf move weirdly again, but this time I saw a small hand holding a golden thimble slowly reaching out of a thick thicket of flowers. All my hairs stood at attention and the air felt electric blue and had a golden odor. My god I gasped, it was a a faery girl almost as if she leaped off a page.
As I was quite thirsty, and feeling like I could trust this little faery, I thought, why not. Now I see I was bedazzled, which isn’t quite fair now is it. I had no inhibitions at all in that golden blue light. I took the thimble and said thank you, and then sniffed the golden thimble. It had the strangest earthy smell that hung in your senses. The thimble was warm and seemed to actually be glowing.
So I drank the little thimble down and almost immediately my body was electrified and I felt waves of electricity crackling over my skin, little golden sparks were popping all around me. I immediately fell backwards stiff as a statue.
I felt frozen. No thoughts. Eyes staring into nothing. Then I saw a little face peer up from around my ear and I heard, I’m sorry I had to do that to you. But you never know what kind of human you may meet. That seemed practical to me. She said I would soon be able to move, but she wanted to have a little chat first. This seemed reasonable to me at the time.
At this point, looking back, it all seems like a dream. I remember waking up alone. Very groggy. With a taste in my mouth like I had eaten moss. I’m not sure what we spoke about. I just can’t remember. I do remember her face very clearly. I also felt totally refreshed and had energy pulsing to get up and get back to the car. I’m sure it was all a dream now.
Be careful who you take a drink from. Especially if they offer you a golden glowing thimble.
The Coyote howls to the moon
Moonlight shining down
Paradise we have found
Waiting for the Blue Bus
Where are you taking us driver
Taking the Coyote to Dance with a Star
I worked it out, then I ate the pages I wrote it on and I seem to have forgotten it all.
It seems I always held my self by the hand. I saw it as a child. The child I forgot. I thought it spun around me, but like Galileo Galilei, I found my self spinning around the central sun.
But then the walls melted and I could no longer hide inside my garden. I was carried out into the deep wood filled with 👀s by 🧚♀️s I was driven to the top of a cold mountain 🏔 where I met an old man who just muttered about 🦋s and 💐s and then I met a 👧 and we found some 🐕s and 🐠s and live happy on the edge of being filled with 🌺s.
The central pole
Where we stop
No one knows
Should we slow
Or should we
Go Go Go