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
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