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THIS DREAM AGAIN, DEJA VU!

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3-18-2022

“Well I lost God in a New York minute, don’t know about you but my heart’s not in it”

AWAKEN bluedream at 9pm on the tropical evening where the moon rises - why? and the moon rises - perfect blue the color of a cartoon ocean and the moon mocking white mirror across the reflected rippling of the water.

Stumbling awoke 9pm in the bluedream of white drywall illuminated the color of enveloping curtains, a dream with passages neither below nor above, condemned, thirst and sickness, stumbling in panties and a t-shirt across the carpet, couches too clean, magazines placed like decals, fall, a sliding glass door where the moonlight reflects like water across the room rippling blue in the dreamy sapphire light that nothing else but the mystery can conjure.

Try SO HARD and escape it for what? It only returns. Here it is. Welcome back to the dream. Did you flee from it, looking for crystals, but all they did was bleed water like smashed fruit? Did you welcome the light, or are you blinded by the little white disc of the moon and realize it’s all nothing, and realize, as the house wakes up against you and those Mulholland hills become a conspiracy to welcome you back to the endless dream and AWAKEN with every step, awake, awake, awake, and still can’t find anything beyond. Endless march across an endless beach and the moon shimmers as bright as the sun just above the surface of the calm water, ankle-deep in the lapping waves, the beach goes ever on and ever one, the sand’s footprints washed away, stumbling and lost - do you remember seeing it? So long ago in the trees you fled from and now the mystery returned and without sense the dream makes its revenge. Did you learn to walk? Of course not. Flee forward and ensnare deeper, flee backwards and ensnare deeper. The indifference is maddening the sickness palpable. Did you want to go to Valhalla via starvation? Life doesn’t work like that.