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11 eyes, 3 eyes, one eye, if an eye is looking it can see.

May I take a gander down a path gone before, spells and words spin the dust from mid ground. 

It's smoke filled with shimmers of rattles, a deep drum beat that lulls the step in time.

Scents of jasmine and rose meander here and thicker there.

A look deep in the woods and the amber tone of the setting sun catches your eye on the long fallen leafed ground, layered with tree limbs, through fresh green you can see how life starts, with decay.0 

 

Semigraphic

 

One dimension 

Two dimensions 

Three dimensions more

Four dimensions 

Five dimensions 

Six dimensions 

Seven dimensions tear

Eight dimensions 

Nine dimensions 

Ten dimensions 

Eleven dimensions say here

The ball changed to a circle then a splinter then gone

Signage

 

“…Zolpidem, lasix…”, she leaned her heavy body against the counter and speaks quietly to the woman behind the frosted shoji style windows, of which the center has a noticeable assortment of plastic sheet covered papers, some brightly coloured, two in simple black and white and yet others sternly highlighted. A wide bright red cloth with staggered white flowers covered her thick body like a tent, but decorated. Black long pants with slip on shoes, her toes barely squeezed through, the backs of her dry cracked bloated feet hang off the end. Her checks blended with her neck, plum hewed and scaly. 

“What’s your date of birth?”

“10. 2. 71, I stopped taking my allopurinol in October because I thought the doctor told me to and my nephrologist wants me to see what my chart says…”

“But I don’t know if I miss heard him…”

“Says here that you should be taking it.”

Her question answered the red draped woman turned to the left and faced two doors, one with a large white sign with red lettering signifying Exit, above the door another Exit sign , this one lighted behind red plastic. The other door a bit set back had two signs, an almost matching Exit sign but stating Not An Exit and underneath a taped to the door black and white paper aggressively highlighted in a preternatural bright yellow, an explanation that the door used to be unlocked but from hence forth it will remained locked until you are invited through.

Her out turned feet make their way, her upper body jostles back and forth with each step to the door with the Exit sign on and above.

  

Witch Doctor

 

The long bleak hallway rolled past her eyes, the air filled with drifting dead cells and spells, a printed name on a pedestrian paper taped to an intersection accompanied by an arrow. Down the hallow hall another paper signifying the place between worlds and a blue and white open/closed sign, flipped to open.

She pulled down the handle, opened the door to the space in the place and was met with the same drab lifelessness. 

In walked the Witch Doctor.

May Days

 

7am 1 May

The morning dewed grass started out as silver green, the full moon far away, the crisp mountain air had a touch of warmth with the smell of a fire somewhere. 

2pm 1 May

The chatter in the liminal space follows a flow, soft, staggered, then drifts, then all at once till it’s their time.

2:05 1 May

The chatter in the liminal space hive minded and buzzing 

7:50 1 May

Green and gold shades here and brights there, golden tops drift like hay in the air, end of the day…are those bots on the air?

4:20 2 May

Two brides seen this second day of May.

1:11 3 May

Corrupt courts threaten the Nation’s existence 

3:03 3 May

Look up

3:17 4 May

One can only see that which is lighted.

6:27 5 May

The air is still and the water flows

7:06 6 May

The rain in Spain…

8:00

History is what we call the past. 

4:36 7 May

“I say, I say, somethin’s gonna drop”

5:55 8 May

Griffins and gold balls

7:27 9 May

The twilight blue trunk made itself noticeable

7:48 1O May

She touched the tree and opened the book

Then she got busy

6:15 13 May

The old crow cwahked and the others heard

Interference

 

Thoughts that aren’t random

Ataturk 

Washington 

Phase alignment 

Her smoke drifted with aim into the metal box. Here she could flip matter between phases to take the reins. 

Perspective of a moment where time is everywhere.

And she moved time through the liminal space.

Moon Garden

 

I pondered through the smoke my mind on thoughts and starts.

Ataturk 

Washington 

Founding fathers between worlds “different and still same”

Anyway back to moon garden, before the flower moon rises, a few days before, drop the seeds to the earth so the sprout may rise from terra and the moon will reflect שמש

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