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John enters the White Woods & knows not what is. He moves slowly, testing all his
senses for absence or confusion. Things feel off but neither absent nor confused. Yet.
His body is damp with effort & hours into his trek he wearies but fear thrashes him
onward. Does this end? When will the colors return, & dark & light reverse back?
No animals, not a movement of anything. No moon, just black holes in a white sky.
Does anyone or anything watch him? How?
Slow down. Count your breaths. There! Slow. Fear eats blindly but most often
without teeth.
His pace slows. He stops. There. Steady. A humming! Nothing like that belong in
empty woods.
Retreat, no. Listen better. It’s not strong in every direction.
Listen. Shhh.
Ahh. Now.
No time here, or at least absence of that sense of movement. What’s here is,
perpetually. Space, too, contains no here & there, no differentiation.
How trippy, but et no substance, this journey cannot be traced to or from—
A prison? Again, no time no space. no outside to be denied, nor time, even a lifetime,
to call the term.
Breathe, relax. That works. My body is still one with me no-here
Ok then it will be my body telling my mind what to do to navigate here—how to
walk with thoughts—
legs say the best we can tell you is deeper or lesser, decide & it will happen
deeper
a metallic sensation painful fucking hurts!
lesser! fuck! lesser!
OK—but what the fuck?
legs say you exposed too much—think thinner, flatter, less exposed—ready?
go—OK—it’s working—the pain is present but less—
trees are greater—whiter too? nearly beyond white—is that possible? the humming is
more music now, rhythm & melody both—
legs say this will be endless unless you do more—
what then?
think more—think what’s already here—what you already see—no paradox—just
more visible presence—
lxxvi.
What could burble from a tired view, what waits to set in & play up its point? What
does daylight guard, what the odd hustle without, pending a moment?
Begin. Begin slower if need be. Clutch whatever.
If it won’t work tonight it may another——will—believe—any way—
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