Palimpsest

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Bumbles went out for a walk in the river valley near his home. At sunset he climbed a hill. Something new found him.1 Being an artist photographer he related as the blue disc pulsed in his coat pocket. Of course he didn’t notice.

He dreamt that night. In the morning after recording his dream, feeling very disturbed by his dream experience he wrote a poem:

Dark Star Turns

Walking in nature

River valley eroded

Slopes of golden earth

Washing away

A woman walks past

In her hands

4 pointed black star

Turning

“I’m in pain” she says

Later

Another woman

More known to me

Standing behind a low wall

Separate

Turning the dark star

“I’m dying” she says

Forehead deeply frowning

“Can I help” I say

“Apocalyptic” says she

Cradling her head

So sensitive to touch

She’s dying in my arms

Later in the evening, riding a stationary bike Bumbles feels his mouth speak out:

Abscesses Everywhere

My mouth wants to explode with anger over willfulness

Power and control through will

The mantra of our day

In service to narcissistic egos

See me

Admire me

Follow me

 I Will you to

I WILL use your desires against you

You may not know it is my WILL

Behind the smiling pictures I post

The successful life of shallow

My teeth fall out

My gums bleed

Over the Dark Star of Will

Turning and turning you around

Turning and turning our souls

Into Gordian knots of death

A dark angel’s got you

On a starry cross

Unless you let go Of WILL

HOW??

Bleed, BLEED into the abyss

Of You

Deep in your chasm

A bubbling voice

Of love

Guarded by

Silver crowned

Cockroach queen

What’s not to love?

Says she

Bumbles felt it was best to have the reader look up palimpsest and read John Woodcock’s article, then look at the second picture again.

(1) Woodcock, John. Palimpsest: Phenomemology of a Possible Space-Time, Academia.edu., February 20, 2023

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