Tend to the Verdure w/Honesty and Lucidity.
But, take care when spying upon Finity
This hope is visceral, yet delicate.

I fell across the years
Laughably unaware
and mainly by mistake
I rose, I rose, I rose
piously derisive
cynically blind
seeing only shades of
black and white

Though I feel distorted, like no lens can make clear these lines. I bow my head, I dip my hand, I drink again.

Dawn spills her light across my face. Fills me with the wonder, fills me with the hope. Wistful as it curls around my fingers, I spasm as it coils up my spine. It permeates a chamber, once thought better left unentered.

Bold as a coward can be, I engage my prey. Zealously, vehemently I march across this clearing. From the old and morose, the phlegmatic impassive - to the purr of the Antipodes.

I grab hold a passing current. I sink intent-I sink my teeth into its flesh. I will ride this whim beyond Horizon's bend. I will bleed Desire unto its end.

Allusions have been given to the source of this light unknown. Giving birth to piety, nursing the ego.

My feet lifted and then my legs then my torso. My shoulders and head stayed on the bed. I was terrified, I didn’t feel afraid in the emotional sense, but I had the knowledge that I was afraid. I felt a firm, painless tugging toward the figure in the doorway. I saw my body rising upward and realized the tugging was not on my body, but was on my consciousness, my awareness. The silhouette began to release waves of deep soft blue evaporating fear and all resistance; I knew immediately who she was. My consciousness slid down my skull, out my nose - plopping onto my chest. It continued down my stomach, juked my cock and crawled down my leg toward her.
Grass grew up and over me, sheet rock turned to a sunless sky. Golden ambient light filled this squintless, shadowless new world; drawing deep somber green from the reeds. I stood. She was unimaginably beautiful. Her skin glowed softly, her eyes were humongous, any larger and they would have been freakish. Her irises were ever-changing, cycling through the color spectrum. I shook in her presence, overwhelmed by her beauty. I desperately wished she’d manifest herself on my cock, rather than in dreams.
“It has been a long time, I’ve missed you dearly.” My voice trembled. “Have you brought me news from the Antipodes?”
She looked at me; her head tilted dramatically to its side, and then repositioned itself in the more traditional position…where one would expect to see a head. She moistened her lips, with her pussy pink tongue. She blew me a string of symbols, their intricate delicate shapes emanated what can only be described as incandescent light. I had never seen such colors, nothing like it in any way. No way to describe no way to explain. The symbols hovered over to about four feet in front of me, at about the height of my stomach. Each individual symbol began its own slow gyroscopic motion, while collectively forming a ring, which orbited some imagined sun.
I knelt down; fascinated, enraptured, I began to slowly circle the ring of symbols. I was confused; I was uncertain what to do with these symbols, if anything at all! I had the sudden impulse to touch my tongue against one. I tasted all of their shapes, so delicate and fragile. Their intricacy was a wonderful sensation of awe and a nectar-like sweetness. I began to lightly, considerately grope the symbols, I followed them as I fondled, so as not to disturb their orbit. I felt their flavors, so smooth and polished as to give the illusion of softness.
Contemplating this curiosity, I removed my grasp from these floating forms and set back in the grass. Reason, suddenly and violently leaped from me. It formed a black box around the symbol system so as to study this queer phenomenon in a controlled environment. For only a moment or two, I felt disconnected from the symbols. The black box had shut out all somatic sensation. Just as I was beginning to miss them the black box turned transparent. I noticed I could feel their warmth and hear their song, as intense and intricate as their shapes. In an odd way, the box began to look very silly to me and I laughed. My emotions shot from my chest. Frantically, manically they pinballed around inside the box like electrons, they disappeared and reappeared. They were everywhere inside the box and nowhere all at once. They burned intense and bright and then hung gray and lifeless as ash. I sat in the grass witnessing, lovingly attentive to this flighty, whimsical awareness.

Memory: life support for moments; preserving their resplendence, subtlety and horror.

Deify Intuition as if it’s ever-guiding us, shepherding us unto our glorious destinies.

Regiments of rain dropped from the sky. They were scattered about by the force of impact on the rooftop. They followed gravity, the point of reference, moving southward, regrouping in the gutter. They moved as one, snaking down the spout. They found there way across the asphalt, to the grass - where they were to carry out their objectives.
I lay in bed, tossing and turning. Thoughts they crinkle and they writhe, with blurred precision, lucid confusion. I watched her nibble on my toes. My eyes drew a deep somber green from it surface. No shape could hold it. It cycled through forms it knew would comfort me. It crawled up my chest, slid its pussy-pink tongue up my cheek, as soft and warm as any cunt. It slithered around my neck, it flicked it at my ear. Thoughts, they crinkle and they writhe with blurred precision, lucid confusion. It hissed, “Retreat…retreat…retreat…from the world…from consciousness…from awareness…retreat.” Repulsed, I seizured violently, I flung it from this form. I can hear it circling, terrified I rise… Screaming… Angry… Mad… I… want to live alive.

A rare earthbound goddess passed. I sped after her in testicular overdrive; trying to find the words that would persuade her to let down her guard, to share with me her thoughts; as if I were her own awareness. The words that would allow me the opportunity to let her hips know the fury and intensity of my desire. I stopped, disenchanted, painfully aware I could never find these highly sought after, yet rarely found incantations. I retreated to my hermitage, beat myself into climax and slept.

earlier...i was thinking...this is its product...or am i it's product? I think my sympathetic nervous system has developed a consciousness... I have the ability to view its thoughts and emotions - simultaneously subjectively and objectively. I don't have control over this ability... Sometimes I can experience its thoughts and emotions and sometimes I can't. I can't explain it. I don't think it has control over this either. I'm not sure, but I don't think it's aware of me. I don't think it knows I'm watching. Sometimes i get confused...sometimes I think its thoughts are my own...This creates horrific paranoia... When this happens I think that is when its awareness seems most lucid to it... or maybe the converse....I wonder what it thinks about this... I want to ask it...I'm going to try to contact it, to open up the lines of communication...get some dialogue going...Introduce myself maybe...I hope it's not hostile...