Im dreaming of a green light that emerged at the center of the spiritual yoga class. after all stretched and free, i felt as if we were all powered by the souls of other people's distant paths all converging onto the yogis calm. it, the energy, is a steady dim which lights the room. almost as if the aura bursts from the floor below, it blinds the mind as is energy releasing us from our days.
Im dreaming of a rescue i had. i heard screams from the kitchen so i ran. the blood of a saturated rag dripped across the floor as my sister revealed her wound. this was no ordinary kitchen wound. a simple flesh wound would have sufficed. i couldn't distinguish the incident but it didnt matter now. i looked over and down in the cast iron skillet. a clean angled cut left 4 fingers all attached sizzling like bacon in the pan. the tender flesh of her palm waving goodbye from a pool bubbling like pancake. It was the then that the appendage was partial to the good times attached my sister. think of All the things those fingers had touched. united with iron, the flesh cooks white from the heat as the room starts smelling more like bacon.
Im dreaming of a rescue i had. i heard screams from the kitchen so i ran. the blood of a saturated rag dripped across the floor as my sister revealed her wound. this was no ordinary kitchen wound. a simple flesh wound would have sufficed. i couldn't distinguish the incident but it didnt matter now. i looked over and down in the cast iron skillet. a clean angled cut left 4 fingers all attached sizzling like bacon in the pan. the tender flesh of her palm waving goodbye from a pool bubbling like pancake. It was the then that the appendage was partial to the good times attached my sister. think of All the things those fingers had touched. united with iron, the flesh cooks white from the heat as the room starts smelling more like bacon.
