Slow Gin and Astral Conversations

"Slow Gin and Astral Conversations" A maze me? I’m the architect of my own destiny he beguiled her incessantly from the depths of his bottled up Carceri she knew him before he became a complex well-hidden Piranesi twixt your world and mine places like that brand you with an addiction for fixed routine remembering to count obsessively knowing your place in life to memorize numbers keeping time in a metronome mind music of a hole ridden heart still beating slowly leaking destiny’s sloe djinn sorrow and the urge to retrieve what remnant of life and love remains fermenting beneath the advertised exterior watching, waiting relentlessly they continue their puzzling communion conversations in the astral interior that never really rhyme he recalls the number of that year placing contracts before her requesting the “Pros” and “Cons” be thought out and written succinctly by She - of course love back then was not virtual it was green and naive she was selling her time and soul to him upon her free will he impressed his cause not to fear to trust have faith believe what he proposed was true and clear all the while hiding the keys in the mouth of a closeted skeleton’s smile ripely residing worm ridden in the apple of the dead dreams cemetery where hurt children cry he acts out like all is pleasantly perfect never a step missed no fall in his life golden it is, like an academy award winning performance routine every day this is essential he is released and animated on a shop floor now he is selling for Freedom some woman came in asking for furniture to fill her empty home and for a moment he was transported taken away he remembered when he looked in Her eyes in the number of that year all that time long ago the cost of the fortune he’s lost he is now looking for his soul there back then standing before him in another dimension was Psyche, full-bellied blooming growing a new life laughing and smiling re-arranging an empty space with photos to build a safe home he like Ophiuchus wrangled with the scales of what was wrong and what was right the perpetually hovering hidden no go zone he'd lost his way lost his light Amaze me, he said bring me back to life tell me a story… very well then, she said, There is a gate to the exit of the hidden garden in her Winter Forest there a sign reads “Forbidden - to remain closed do not open” like an envelope the lost soul opened it and this is where the story needs to be refined he was looking for a maze a story to become lost in her true path was unicursal symbolic spiritual pre-destined eternal the hidden garden in her Winter forest a safe house the soft-centered heart of the thing that must be followed symbolic spiritual pre-destined eternal No maze yet a mystery a ghost mercurial haunting mystical reverent in it's irreverence a Paradox calling (LadyLabyrinth/2021) “Genius” / Sia/Labrinth/Diaplo-Genius //Slowed and reverb https://youtu.be/7qubBMlfwoY https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_hidden_garden_in_my_winter_forest_1017589 "I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down..." "Through dangers untold. And hardships unnumbered. I have fought my way here to the castle; beyond the goblin city, to take back the child that you have stolen. My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great..." Giovanni Battista Piranesi - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giovanni_Battista_Piranesi https://www.metmuseum.org/toah/hd/pira/hd_pira.htm https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imaginary_Prisons The series of labyrinthine prison interiors, the Carceri, was also created soon after Piranesi’s encounter with the lively printmaking scene in Venice. In these prints, Piranesi explored the possibilities of perspective and spatial illusion while pushing the medium of etching to its limits. Piranesi argued for the complete freedom of the architect or designer to draw on models from every time and place as an inspiration for his own inventions. “I need to produce great ideas, and I believe that if I were commissioned to design a new universe, I would be mad enough to undertake it.” mid 17th century (denoting a guardian or protective spirit): from French génie, from Latin genius (see genius). Génie was adopted in the current sense by the 18th-century French translators of The Arabian Nights' Entertainments, because of its resemblance in form and sense to Arabic jinni ‘jinnee’. Carceri gin/djinn Psyche Ophiuchus Maze Labyrinth Astral https://www.diffen.com/difference/Labyrinth_vs_Maze https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astral_projection lyrics/ "Genius" https://genius.com/Lsd-genius-lyrics