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The Whirled In Between

"The Whirled In Between" What dreams in the time of not thinking we spent aeons in conversations with the unbelieved deliberating choices towards our liberation traversed contracts written by the unseen such wordy reams offered, the scrolling walls speaking wailing towards the rising east by some wordy deity Poet, The Wordsmith well written, well read resounding, surrounded by Its masters of religion, Its ambiguous philosophy mystifying dreamers in their labyrinthine kingdom of dreams Its wordy words multiplying dreamers immortal like schools of fish in the sea walking on their oceans the yolks broken, spilling roes of the forgotten kept safe, found wanting kicking against barriers banked in the sacred repository of a body blood and water helix code locked-in their memories their dreams your choice, we are told to redeem what is forgotten found in the dream your choice, we are told instructions to flow through the unnerving torturous blood canals the confined, in those suffocating tunnels, rigorously entertaining the distant doorway, there, at that junction we were told, a light would be seen; through walls of sacred water flooding over us inside the holy cavity, our seeded contract, there we are - we are in remand, mustered locked-in, we hear the external conversations we listen most keen knocking on walls, we want out we want in, we want in!! we are marking the time in numbers impatient and recalcitrant we break the barriers, for we are hungry for something other we push forward we swim outwards escaping through tunnels, walls closed-in and flexing to the frightening station masters outside waiting to receive us lovers, warriors, murderers, criminals and thieves the stranger gods are calling us outside commanding us to evacuate our floating capsules our world of dreams they are hungry for something other they are waiting pacing impatiently frantically busy with purpose loud and energetic in their kingdom The World in Between our lusty cries declare war, it is no smooth arrival engagement with the dream of others slapped again, with the warrant the past delivered to the future’s dreams again, we live we breathe in their world in between we are The Redeemed school's in lessons begin again for those in the sin-bin repeating loops on repeat until we mercifully sleep again to The Returning our choice, we were told, we begin another dream, mind-f***** whirling in The In Between (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) no doubt, for continued philisophical debate with The Wordsmith at time of review....and redemption.

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