Drawn out in my mind's eye, map of the world in indigo ink with a compass pointing North. I held it up like a shield from the demons pounding, S c r e a m i n g at doors and windows threatening to consume me - so LOUD, so close it floods my body and p o u r s like heavy rain into mountainsides, slamming mud into cliffs spurning thundering waterfalls with no mercy for the fallen. Only to surface as calm turquoise water for swimming, slowing to a standstill at the meeting place of toes on wet sand. Manifesting peace out of s i l v e r air to keep from drowning in the eery steady eyes of ancient goats - a mirage, filtering away all the harsh edges, never merging into reality, staying soft focused enough. Just enough… for the glare to e a s e into warm lamp light… Morphine runs in green b l u e veins, keeping me suspended in space where everything is n o t h i n g and nothing is everything.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 