22.9.16



everyone has bad habits

of course they do

to err is human

so they keep on erring

probably not caring to improve themselves

if I didnt subtly stealthily pick my nose you might not be interested in knowing me


people enjoy their bad habits

That aint good for you

                   I know they say

but I just cant help myself  I lack the willpower


Thats an excuse

No  Thats a fact

Its a fact that its an excuse that you lack willpower  that you wont take the bull by the horns

Huh  What do you mean

Im not repeating myself  A bad habit   Excused excuses

You must have bad habits

I do and one of them is pointing out peoples bad habits and telling them theyre not slaves to them

You havent had a real bad habit then  It demands youre slavish to it
You ever seen a knout

Thats what a bad habit uses on you if you cross it


A knout
A knout
One stroke bits and pieces of you laying bleeding on the ground like wet confetti  One stroke
Youd be slavish tooIm tellin ya 

                         Especially when the dogs start grubbing down


No  I suppose I havent



1316,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  21  9. 16

21.9.16



he exhaled   h e  a   l       inhaled
                                                                                                                                 
                                                       exhaled   h e e  a   l 
               he imagined and maintained a sharp image and colourations to accentuate the Epsom salt
and lavender oil bath he laid in


suddenly it lurchedShuddered

the frame of reference he meditated on was hardedged  he fixed it   he asserted it in his closed eyes


it quieted



againShuddering and shaking

banged on
shoved
         not taking the hint it was assaulted broadside   its right edge was illuminated     singed  then burning 

shrieking it curled and peeled away it seemed to rise on hot breaths braided by a torchs tongue

peeling his image rolled and escaped and what became and overran his eyes was a dull black  slip   radiating
like newlylaid asphalt

its dullness waxed 
               then sharpened 

its face oily


                                                                                           
                                              exhale  h e  a   l        inhale

exhaled  h e e  a   l 


he refused to be taken off stride by this unconscious pyrotechnics


the oiliness blinked  then it reflected a pale bonecoloured oval that seemed to descend
its edges tinged brightred

pulsating


its reflection honed

               then it ceased being a reflection

                                                     it lay smallish on the intruding slip


he shook his head

he was aware that this wasnt his doing it wasnt a part of his meditation it was an intrusion

he tried to open his eyes

they wouldnt open

                the crude lopsided oval sensing his returning consciousness began to susurrate and grow growing to fill his eyes take over what had been his hardedged frame


he reeled he was agitated   

then frightened 
        frightened  because he could feel his face pulling at itself  willing itself  the muscles underlying pulling
trying to force his eyelids apart force consciousness outside himself in  the appleseed bounced agitated in her web in the corner above the vanity the birds outside crying their voices entering through the screened window bees madly buzzing incited by the warm rosemary blossoms hummingbirds violently rushing the window heeling and hovering chirping sharply  

the oval metastasised groped  becoming larger and larger
and still he had trouble willing his eyes open


then a flutter

         then broke open
even opened the residue of the enlarged oval remained in his eyes as if burned into his retinas 

he violently shook his head rapidly blinked his eyes

the oval  its center boneyellow now gone-brilliant-white elastic   stretching       


he gasped then growled in his throat like an wild animal  

he recognised its malevolence  

opposed to the sense of passing out
                        his vision and consciousness uplit  whitened  growing conical and smaller and smaller and smaller towards a corrupt pinpoint
where when he arrived hed blackout

but this was flopped

the oval wanted to possess him wanted to take him like death


and death had crept into his meditation   quietly grating   subsumed

scarcely veiled

the lavender oil barely suppressing its odour




he should have been more keen


and when panick sought to impress itself

he wrangled it

his stumbling consciousness gathered itself on all fours     then stood  

eyes open he watched himself vie with the oval  watched their back and forth

a fierce battle pitched   combatted hand - to – hand


his consciousness had deeper reserves




the oval overcome began to shrink

its colouring boneyellow



                                                               he exhaled   h e  a   l
inhaled  
           
           exhaled   h e e  a   l  

the oval dissipated leaving a hue a remnant black shadow    then the remnant evapourated



he laboured up and out of the tub he sat naked on its edge dripping water on the tile

running his hands across his chest to his shoulders he didnt feel himself and looking he saw he was insubstantial
he could see the edge of the tub through himself see the pale blue water still rocking from when he got out


his flesh then began to quicken  he became opaque
  

putting his hands to his body again he felt his firmament    his fiber



he sat for a long time wondering if death had tried to inhabit and steal him

he sat very still




               there was no one he could aske




1630 – 1730,  Twosday,  20  9. 16
1141,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  21  9. 16