Saturday, 18 December 2010


The river was wide and flat and black
sylphs and salamanders watched us, So clumsy in our pink suits and ugly hair.
the water told us the obelisk was just a mile up the muddy sodden track.

we became diaphanous, spun like silk, air perfumed with musk and patchouli,
we stepped out
into the multiverse
we saw how we'd invented history. only picking the worst bits.

the people we were with had never even heard of time, aging, death.
they found it hilarious.
we had to agree

so psychonauts we, fire haloed, wings of shimmering membrane, projectiles in the night sky.

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