After Okri

 

After Okri

 

Thinking too much about possible trajectories I give up & go blind seeing inside finding the booming resonances in the great halls that sound outwards as little more than whispers I look forwards to the travels to strange lands I have never read about too often in the outer world we are guided by guide books this is the writing of my ever changing territories inside my being I don’t wish to tie them down or lock them in like Who wants to be a Millionaire? There will be no quiz show about these travels they are mainly about sound & somewhat like the flickering shadows of Plato’s Cave but far stranger because as I say constantly changing & I’m unsure whether there’s an evolution or if it’s just impermanence? Right now the Mozart that plays in the outer is affecting the procession in my being somewhat like Grenada yet none in procession are strictly human they need not be in cloaks because Ganesha appears & needs not anything except a hug We all need hugs & now I see that in the procession as all make this physical sign of Peace not handshaking malarkey

 

 

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