When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected

When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected

I waited. 

Some women are not aware of me-you are not one of them-you try to open me-express 

me-use me, you feel me more than your physical self. Continue reading “When the Silver Case Releases the unexpected”

When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

When I opened that silver box-something happened-

Hemingway Happened-Durcan Happened-Kenneally Happened-Heaney Happened-Plath Happened-Duffy Happened-Peter Happened-Andrew Happened-Huxley Happened-Styron Happpened-Spinoza Happened………on and on Larkin o fuck all this fuck this shoddy deliverance from untold celery seeds sprouting on the cold steel scalpal scratching the wound. And the blood flows-drip feeding the shoes as he walks- Continue reading “When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance”

Amidst all this rhythm and concord Apophis God of Chaos reigned happily. This earthly creative human made his hypnotic stare more powerful.

But to Ra who every night tried to sail to the underworld for rebirth and renewal, got caught out-not by Apophis but the earthly sorcerer who wanted her for himself.

This human was created from his sweat and tears and this byzantine situation created more nefarious worldly archetypes than anticipated. 

 

The beautiful sorcerer will feel Sekhmet’s breath kiss his face, her breath the wind created the desert, she is the daughter daughter of Ra.

Ra sent his eye to her to solve this type of human involvement in underworldly rebirths.

She is the  fiercest of hunters and Goddess of healing. Her breath will blow around him and  as a fierce hunter, she wears the head of a lion, patience and stealth is her game. 

She is: before whom evil trembles-mistress of dread-lady of slaughter and she who mauls.

 

What can an image convey, can it convey anything to the blank mind. That mind that always looks for reasons, and why, and can you change, and how, and what does that mean, mean, mean, meaning. That always need the succour. Decant their minds of effluent and trash tv and influencers and yellow journalism and mighty marketears whose soul purpose is entropy of the spirit.

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