it starts like any other dream i’ve had since around age 11 with the Black Clergy and the Orthodox Cross of course Ivan the Terrible riding on a school bus horse in the diary for today there is written about John the Revelator who in my opinion had the dream to end all others forever more my phone screamed the LA County Emergency System warning safer at home lock down starts and the tranquil panic ensues can’t sleep the rapist may come blowing trumpets can’t eat boogey men come with sanitizer to wipe out my individuality can’t complain i’m doing great in contrast to so many of my brothers can’t stop thinking is this war Patmos makes me hungry in the soul talking to churches down the hall but we can’t help we are human no i say no no no sweaty panicked girl remember Big Bird and the age of innocence in limbo as the only romantic countries rage with the the horsemen double plus cut on the loose around the neck of Hemingway’s beloved
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Take me away in your stream love the flow – snuffalugafus to big bird
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Dam skippy! Lol thanks for reading x
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In a jiffy, peanut butter.
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One hell of a dream from one hell of a writer! Such amazing, immersive work and I think this is one of your best stream of consciousness pieces I’ve read yet. A wonderful flow and rhythm, and I especially enjoyed this part:
“individuality can’t complain i’m doing great in contrast to so many of my brothers can’t stop thinking is this war Patmos makes me hungry in the soul”
Honestly, you’re the queen poetess of the SOC form. I enjoyed reading this very much, my friend!
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oh my gosh Lucy thank so much for visiting and such high praise xoxo
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