hes enjoyed uncountable
hypnagogic hallucinationsnot
wha he woud call them however this morning slowlywaking like oil dispersing across a watersurface he realised in his eyes or projected against the
fleshveil of his eyelids constellations unlike those that bid him good night every
evening before he went in to sleep
no red Mars brilliant Jupiter Orion Cassiopeia Canes Ursas Andromeda Perseus
Hercules
he tried imagining creatures
pinpointed by stars but there was little space anif he concentrated on a small portion of sky it congealed into a ball of light thenshattered scatteredanew brittleanplasticatonce
the harder he tried the more he felt
alien
losing
himself
atoncefrightened he wideopened his
eyes
pureblack
it held
then shatteredfell away revealed his bedroom ceiling the light-fan fixture back
he laid deathlystill as he reconnoiteredconfirmed
his presence his body
back
finally he rose
2027, Sunday,
13 11. 22
1021, Twosday,
15 11. 22
Earth The Colour of Poison https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CpTtj3JWws
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