Body
vibrates, curls, uncurls. Mechanical whirring fills the head. Both ears ring.
“You again?”
*sigh*
“It’s okay
sweetie, this happens to a lot of people who see the Truth. You come back a few
days later, wanting to suckle at the teat of infinity. Well, I can show you
again, but you’re not going to like it.”
Streaming:
eyes, nose, pores.
Why does it
feel different this time?
“You’ve
already seen it now. The elation you experienced last time was largely due to
receiving new information.”
I knew that.
I know that.
I’ll just
vibrate here in the puddle of insanity anyway. I’ll just nestle up to the
Mother.
Too
exhausted and weak to purge, I wearily hold onto the drip[, drip, drip] as it
fumigates my brain.
{expelling
your waste is key to the trip; if waste is held onto, no movement can be made
in any direction. the overflowing energy MUST move, so instead of going forward
or backward, it creates a tiny wormhole through which I travel to a new
dimension of ego games.}
He reads
poetry. Pretty rainbow lights, exploding flower prisms on the cloth walls of
the blanket tent: a quiet spectacle surpasses roman candle displays. Ehts szO
byoutifulll….He kisses the ripe fruit, drinks her nectar. Legs quake and shake.
So much information for this newborn body to download.
He retreats
when reality knocks on their door.
So
sensitive.
Tears flow
freely here. The tiniest bite of pear is overwhelming to my new tongue.
Heart
hardens.
“Shell must
harden before you can hatch.”
Thank you.
