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Life games, music, magic and all the rest. Adventures of the fringe of the fringe amongst the.. "People's Republic of Brighton and Hove"


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Owold’s 11 no.?

Owold beach

The kind of home splace invasion sectored out by instinct and your words cutting through ice like butter,

                                              fantasy space, fantasy animals

we know and the questioning reality is exactly why we followed this path,

but what is the path itself?

                   Get back on it. Get back on it.

It bleeds and suckers to//read accounts that are all too human and

one knows their closeness, sensed in physical space of mind,

in physical space of body

 

Does exist out~~

side# of?

 

Where reality is made and….

 

Tell ourself a bundle of kindling tails, get lost in the undergrowth,

singing,

humming,

screed to (distant)screaming.

 

You also told me this would not hurt me

Or at times stayed quiet on the subject

You also implied its usefulness

in process in

the clarity of seeming accounted

The clarity of experience

merged selves, create

connections beyond

 

Twelve years

in….

…….best one

…..

in

process break force stretch to

pleasant necessary sunset, to pastel fade out, to ocean vapor, to an innerspace bigger than ourselves as, to not be as we know it, to not be, to

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Karoo Invocation

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Home desert gives free flow to

twisting genetic

freeze frame in strange pattern space.

Bring up processing tension weight release…

Guess I came here to do this. Forgets how spikey old memories that never

happened, to you,

looping trauma patterns.

Shared together, held alone

in empty expanse,

Wider scale than eyes can, tiny details,

perfect flowers at miniaturised, shrub plant, thorns, focus.

Desire to weep, unknown difficulty, but I know I will and invoke safety in it. With all its vaguely teeming with snakey mambas, stacks of bones, its endless vast potential to be lost, this place is safe. I feel it’s gentle hum deep always, and although I am filled with age old chasmic sadness, tears lurking,

it holds firm, steady soul, parental hand in rattle boom storm.

All the stories here, although weighty and familiar, are still stories.

Karoo continues, ta ta ta, ta ta ta, train – hosho rhythm.

Silence. Wind in howls. Wide winged beings taking flight.

Depths in dust.

Connections as they are: loving, strong, essential

will come through.


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Untitled (spells on that mountain)

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A hearty mystery

to stand barefoot

on that ancient rock mountain.

10 million years, back to sand.

Vista on rolling potential

mapped on wand, found

Body Map

Sky above

Feet

Dirt

Space

No need for sense.

Senseless shift.

To trust in grounded

home space,

to wide open heartfelt greetings

Energy zoom to space,

flow smooth and strong

on this big rock,

on this bigger rock.

The tugs are tides I accept not to understand

And every Will the ocean.