The gestures of cabals coalesced into pure essences, last night. They were aswirl, tangled, hurt, confused. Friction turned into chaos of animals eating their legs right off to escape perceived traps.
I dreamt the resolution of vermillion and onyx is a lava flow. I conjuncted yellows and all others into the medley.
Menhirs via heated igneous.
“Eff abstinent. I want you to be obstinate for me,” he said.
“If it cannot be with guns, they will do it with chains/aws/ & stones,” he said.
Rejoinder: “You become a chimp from being a chump, when í substitite an i for a u.” I think Abraham Lincoln said that. Giggle.
Rerejoinder: “We turn o to a and from a crone comes the crane.”
Anyone watched Suspiria yet?
Antimony parsimony came in a dream.
Hoarding of elemental medicine in the loam of the gods.
Midden mounds dotting figures lying recumbent underground pushing forth the skin of the earth.
Ancient open secrets waiting for uncovered discovery.
The sun stayed high until nigh on midnight.
The moon became their noonday sun.
They lived in sleepy embraces, bare and pressed close.
They breathed the oxygen emitted from the pores of one another.
The musk of life making them happy and high.
She smiled as his breath changed, as his muscles spasm into a shallow sleep,
Like a sleeping pup let lie until twitching into dreams of chasing Ingpen white hares.
“The lady had fallen asleep. She wore Love’s blazon–a mouth of translucent red, torment to the hearts of amorous knights. She slept with parted lips that wore the Flames of Love’s hot fire. Thus lay the loveliest challenge to adventure imaginable.”
‘Upon my word, you are Parzifal!’ She said of the red lips. ‘Your name means ‘pierce-through-the-heart.’
A peek of disbelief.
Awaking in a white, linen dress.
“Let your feet breath in the water through your soles.” The old man suggests.
I break the liquid’s surface tension with the flat of my feet.
A four footed bath tub foutain with animals.
The water turns and becomes red curls.
And i reawoke.
But it took a minute to trust it was so.
Big left toe: wiggle.
You are awake and will wiggle.
Once gone, is when more civilized monkeys brew tea.
I make a strong pot of blonde
I wiggle the left big toe.
I wiggle the right big toe.
The pot boils.
The aroma cannot be a dream?