A Feeling

by s.keymer

"with dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms."

"certain beings can only survive by destroying
themselves... and as Morpheus the vampire, frenzied,
devoured his own flesh and disappeared, the faithful
cried out: 'make it strong, bite to the death'."

i'm crucified by my own illusions... and you? 'and
what is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless
knowledge?' "a loser's race where no one wins"... my
bliss is clear and real; chaotic truth; innocence
transcending... it does not exist.

the bible says, "aldous huxley died in los angeles,
1963, at the age of 69... his last request was for a
100 gm. injection of lsd, administered by his wife
while reading from the tibetan book of the dead".

...slender like the fingers of the fleshy goddess,
sliding over her ass like a heroin high... shot up the
sun, washed it down with whiskey... put an apple on my
head and shot at the mirror. shattered what i thought
i saw. now i see nothing...'cept heaven that burns
between her thighs... giving rise to the devil inside.
for the whole (hole?) of life, the heart searches for
something forever unnameable.
"practicing alchemy inside a bottle cap."

The Goddess swallows the sun.