Elemental divinity and nightly narcissism aside, everything blurred, mostly as my eyelids casually closed, and my eyelashes clasped their tendrils together. Final curtain call, for the moment. The tessellated red carpet rolled out before my mind’s eye, and a familiar territory unfolded from my third eye. Something new this way comes, from another side of the otherside, rounding out a bumpy start to an otherwise pleasant Fall twilight.
The ghost of the hour was not something I would say I expected, although it was not all too surprising…admittedly. The feigned personal honesty would say otherwise, as it was indirectly/reluctantly practiced so many times before (I am on human after all). The vivid twists and curls, perhaps reminiscent of a more centered self from a past not here, shown brightly, though they were quickly overcome by the man and woman of the hour. They remained nameless and faceless, but every other fleshy entangled limb overcame with a stark presence, something that, while not unknown to a normal reality, was certainly a new spark into an experience that continually surprises, overwhelmingly entices, and always always always laces my spine with grounding.
It was all so obvious.