There was a pattern of whimsical sounds running through a wave of windy branches
The sounds reminded me of horse hooves on cobblestone
Knocking against the trunks, like bongo drums
An Owls breathe away from a Fish
where the wise begin to meet their beginning
I like the symmetry
Fly down into the water, and dive with the gift of anti-gravity
swim in space
not air
I heard the water pour in and the way your feet moved into the room, as the waves were gliding around your feet
The Water made circles
that expand inside your lungs
I can breathe
The room was dark
I open my eyes and I feel the pressure
It feels okay as it begins to spread over my body
it feels like life and music and balance
like the air that breathes in and nullifies
all of the void
In this vast amount of energy hairs on the back of your neck stand up
a complete ignorance in the most aware version of reality
a raw and cold sweat on your back
there is something that makes sense with no logic
It feels like taking a step forward with no direction in mind
and winding up where
The wheel turns
You are sitting on a wooden two by four, lines of two by fours, bolted together in a circle that spins
faster and faster like the sensation of a Ferris Wheel
or the Merry Go Round
Then you find that this is where you are
On the Merry Go Round
you are four and there is a slide that you are afraid to go down
The next step would a be a thought
a struggle for a ring
you don't understand
there is no diamond
There is no gold
just
a Circle
when I say 'ring' I mean my dialect
Hear this from my voice
I am your animal
I exhale comfortable musky smells
like pines and patchouli intertwining
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I found myself at a gas station
the only one that exists
there is no generic form
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Submission Name: A Song into Mind and Matter
