Membrane
Story is perception - Fantasy Narrative Prose
Throwing knuckle bones like soothsayers of old Beside the volcanic vents of Delphi Bathed naked in Beltane flames among my sisters I weave as if one of the fates A tapestry thread between times I am all Crone, Mother, Maiden Entropy of a collective consciousness Pressed against the membrane Bearing the weight of our existence Currents of projection Memory and significance Desire for expression and continuation Etched in the fabric of our neurons Ideas are wisps on the wind Threshed from seed planted eons ago Caught in the fertile regions of our mind Resonating through the pathways Story is perception Defined by logic as shared reality Transposed on a backdrop of chaos Shaping us each as gods of internal universes Grasping for the other gods Voices past and future Their presence a background hum
I wrote this in a notebook about a year ago and uncovered it while packing. I did take time to edit it. Otherwise, it would not have actually resembled language.
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