it's time to take my medicine, we spoke and thought about other thoughts Mine spirals, you know near the ashes on my sill like sill it sits there, awaiting wind, or what's within the wind Like an eagle or a spore. We walked, once Or I did at least because those few moments the Porpois is above the ocean, Their home (ours too-) Resonates their consciousness throughout our vast atomic Ocean. And all at once, the shaman dolphin dives, Deep- There, Giant squids of Wisdom plant their seed and Whisper Bioluminesence like a shot of H on the sidewalk, Looking into somebodies side-view mirror uva Mazda 626. Once given the seed, The dolphins careen toward the Sur- face not in search of enlightenment, Not in search at all, you see- They're just Swimming, faster and Faster, Weaving upward like an S. (slow motion) They break the diamond glass, the untense tension of the surface, The feel the wind, maybe a bug, or a sea gull, They feel our air, O Our Precious air we mix with SHIT I stop time, and walk over to the dolphin Which is now a few feet above the ocean surface, Which is my floor because this poem's so Fictional and make-believe but it doesn't matter Nothing does I know this I know this I walk on water and I know this And I touch the dolphin And I know this And I cut the North Star. A halo around the dolphins head Still in stopped time- O Her brain tastes motionless, No taste, no time No energy in motion Nothing to convert No taste! So I start time. To taste- I start time to Taste the brain of the being. The one above the ocean, I Start time and I'm pulled into the wet Earth, Her salty sea I'm submerged and it all sounds so ethereal. No high frequencies down here, it's nice, calm, close, low, and RED. So red I'd swear this was the red sea, But to be honest Blood, absorbing blood into meyes, I havn't the slightest clue the location of me and this headless dolphin of mine. I just sort of made it up And we made it exist, With or without time. Ah, those few moments the Porpois is above the ocean, Their bloody home, (devolved) Resonates their bottle-nosed consciousness throughout our salty atomic Ocean. And all at once, the shaman dolphin projects the energy of the mind and receives similar Impulses from other porpois-like beings orbiting other stars, in the universe. It's primitive. Tribes used to describe the psilocybe mushrooms not only as Sacred, but as The Microphone of The Overmind. Yeah, They believed they could communicate with amphibian- like beings on orbs orbit other stars. Stars scientists can't seem to find, either. There's a luxorious song on the radio, but something disrupts the signal and you hear yourself in the Future, coming outa the Speakers.
All hail the Messianic Dolphin! (Pisces resonates, menstrual blood, and a hand holds a key, beckoning the seeker to a distant horizon, wherein: a womb amniotic, exotic, insane with the joys of sin) Erect the Cross! Slay the Porpoise! YAY!
