Hail all invisibles all beings of light the portal is rent sunder and the book wound opens to reveal the tragedy of our mistakes.........saturday aha again not much to say except perhaps postmagickmodernity may save us all....reading writing thinking imagining, a poem and then away;

The seeking of trees
The speaking and sundrie other.

I say before sleeping
"I am going home"
The land that is the boundless moment
Where water plant air and my own fire
Meet in restless play and now........

I have discovered the music
Which began the form of schitzophrenia
Spread out with listening so intense
And directionless

The internal kingdom
Our skins are passports
To dreams once unbelieved
Tetris geodis ad infinitum

Reason is an actiivity
Not an attribute..............................................................................................................