daily dress and soothe. Numbness might be my favorite of your gifts. Floatation: sensation that the idea of Time is being painlessly removed. But I dove down to wait with the others (encrusted, intact), souls like doubloons up to their necks in sand. Not a bad spot to see some eternity. Let me fall silent here 1,000 ... 10,000 ... 100,000 years wrapped in the suture of the sea (space-age patterns trafficking above me) then rise, unchanged, to clear waters, well-rested and hungry. The exotic results from such slight contextual changes, so do not tell me what I must not do. In matters of defiance, the human mind has always been wisest and supreme. C linically insane, according to the scientists, who seek nothing if not ultimatums."
And might it be real, a real place he might one day reach by diving, delving, not just an idea percolating somewhere beneath the mantle of his mind, a trick to punish and push? Like the Hell claimed by televangelists-off camera, in the center. Well, they were right about the heat anyway. He can feel it in the exhalations bubbling up from the trenches. But might the advent of eternity feel in the end a lot like non-existence, the way, lately, his skin feels to him bone-dry in the deepest water?
[toys in the tub]
Salmon strait-jacketed in the shoals off Vancouver Island. The matriarchal pods of killer whales always put on a pleasant show. He likes to come here when thoughts won't stop coming. Danger: The tall fins are mature males who do not govern themselves. BeauFUGUE #3l
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