Marq2.16

Theres a kiwi lodged in my throat
It's whole and uncut but taste is everywhere
Prickling my tonsils and scratching
Focus on fruit and journeys make themselves
As last inside the safety of the elevator
Dimensions grow and morph in my ride
Awkward silence

I'm overwhelmed by the waves
Floating in the violent waters
Crashes on my head and drowning
I accept my fate and sink down deep
The water spirit greets me unconsciously
"Do not fear, balance will come."
My mouth is nonexistent and my voice unheard.
"Your in the dream world my child"
"I am here to guide your soul"
She is the most beautifully fluid being
Rich blue with flowing hair, misted eyes

I awake on a beach, soaked
Trees to my left and a rock outcrop ahead
Seeing my goal at the rocks I get up and head over

Momentarily I snap back and sit
Reality becomes data, numerical and disintegrating
Plotting themselves, graph forms and rotates
Peaks form vesicles and are emitted as energy
Transformed through a converter to motion
Motion uncaptured because I'm past it
Incompatible with energy converted

My new connexion to that of a fourth
Redirected to my soul animal, crab
Four spirit joints, intakes of energy
I see the moon outside and it takes me

I'm back on the beach with her
Laying on the rocks and relaxing
Grip her arm and I start my journey
Injecting my soul into her for exploration
My will straps her down and questions
Interrogating her soul inside her own mind
Shes on a table incapacitated
I strip her mind and dislike what I see
Retreat back to my mind, allowing hers to follow
I am stronger than her and control the penetration
Finishing my experiment, we awake as cookie cuttered

We're on the beach again, safe
The sand gives way to a Wisconsin prairie
This is where I can see her aura
A light purple with pink circles
These circles erupt with white disease

Trying to ease my being
She grips me in a mothering way
I'm taken back to good days
And I feel cared for.
I know its a falsehood though