Can you Spell it out for me, Mister Dream?

photo by Riordan Galluccio
Can you Spell it out for me, misterDream?
Can you tell me how to open the twisted screen? In the back room of this microcosmic vacuum sits a dialectical demon with a face that looks like me...spilling simple satire with the fire of certainty. Can the foggy mirror be wiped clearer, by the hand of the man who refuses to stand for the nearest and dearest hearts of the clan? Let's see, let's discern the irony... The mires that we have chosen to believe that seed this dying creed of iron deeds locked in steal with grips of fear on fiery steeds ..... Twisting the plot and trotting thru electricFields that yield the knots and tangled spokes from the turning Wheel that broke the Seal between WhatIs & WhatIsNot. For Real. Man. What a crazy Plan . A Game of Planes and PassionsOfPan dancing thru the degrees of Am. PM me with the lowdown, whisper in rumors of what's going around, we can thicken the desperate drama and Play like Clowns.... Tricksters testing Paradox and Talking UpsideDown, we can rockAndRoll through Sight and Sound as the chessboard wavers on the merryGoRound.... SinEwaves savoring Light as the curtain goes down.....  

 Scene One is seen Thru, it was Planned Too.... Dangling Dialectic from the ceiling of this BleedThrough.... Hegel wrote the words to spell out the Game that's played in the dressing Room as the audience waits, debating the nature of isolation as Indig.Nations fates are flavored with States of Vexation as Altered Carbon caters to the next mutation.....

 Shadows shadows shadows on the wall, good guys bad guys rise and fall, breath by breath and life by death and brick by brick we build the Wall, one by one and None by All....Too mixed up to heed the Call....Three times Charmed with shock&awe as For the record the Lines are times LifeTimes Venus FlyTrap dines on Tangled EyeCons in the dance of Dreaming dodecahedrons....Sixual Mayhem birthing through Us & Them in triangular penetrations of particulars in WaveWeaves of instinctual variations ...Sexagonal vibration as the Exact Middle Compromise of Creation interrupting Infinite Potentiation.... A rupture of the hymen that seeks satiation.... Virginal Seven in Deep initiation never divided nor multiplied inSide of TenTs of Mind that abide in Destin(ysAb)ation
.....zen.... Within.... The W8 of the Gate of the Octave that initiates the Fate of the sacred States of Self inDwelling in Games of Play in Nine Lives ReWinding on hard drives and BytesOfTime spitting Neurolinguistic prayer in rhyming software that invites the Tribe to Dive Into the the broken binary groove of Moving Truths ....Wholeness split into Ten threadBare bits of DecaDent Twists of the loom as looping recursion creates diversion in hateful versions of fleshExcursions as ELeven
RightAngles Dangle from heaven as Self appointed gods&angels of the ArcOftheCoven
In tangled tests of woven GovernMent.... Sovereign exploration of the Self InDignation that forces the faces of contortion of Space&Time to confront the Mirror of the Mind and gather the Fragments scattered Inside as Self ReMembers It Turns Its Own Tides and inJoys The ride of the Twelve archetypal Primes as the Rhyme subside and the Waves enGraved in playful Mazes Fade into GroundZero .... The center of the Spindle of the Core Processor....the chessboard squares dwindle and melt in predecessors of Jesting Jesters inGesting Lessons from Gestation ..... Ahhhhhh.....the Spell is Broken.... A simple Token as the spoken narration nestles into a quiet corner of this newly Woken Nation.....

Copyright Charleen Johnston