dream: just now

Strange dreams about being one of several everyday folks waking into something like superpowers, a large cast full of interlocking stories, and somehow shifting into one of several gods/avatars of gods. There was Christian religious stuff, watching a little girl read a section of the old testament when asked by a sincere, charismatic young hip preacher type and that turning into a time travel bit where I played the part of Yaweh back when he was just one of several gods in whose company I was traveling. We were all watching a parable unfold while present similar to the one the little girl read; some "heroes" from another king/god/religion were going to kill this girl, the princess of a recalcitrant ruler. They found her, and I (in Yaweh mode) warned them against harming her, or suffering death and an eternity of pain. One of the "heroes" said, "Oh, we don't care; we can't be harmed or die" and the implication was that they were under the protection of some other god. By way of example, he cut his hand with a pair of scissors (?), and there was no blood. I asked if I could touch him once, gently, and he agreed, amused. I touched him on the forehead, then asked him to show me the scissor trick again. This time, he bled, and I asked if he believed me now. "No, " he said, and I remember saying, "Then I am done with you, for yo are an idiot" and asked the others, who were shaken. Then I just woke up.

EDITED TO ADD: There were three other gods with me (I think). At one point, making a sort of godly aside, I balled up my fists and said, "Smite! Smite! Smite!". A Sumerian looking god with me laughed, and I shrugged, saying, "It's what I do at this point" (meaning old testament times, and Yaweh being one smite-loving diety). Again with the WTF?

Seriously, brain, what the fuck?

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Based on this weekend, I'm not sure I can be trusted to feed myself. Despite eating regularly and in some cases, a lot, I still felt at least partially food-crazy since Friday (some of the crazy wasn't food related, but how much, I don't know).

this is where I go when my words fail me

The sun sits back, watches the street
like an informant for the junta.
By now, I understand each motive
in the sky, and it's shadow on earth.

I am helpless nonetheless. It's tough
when an immense power cannot be terrorized.
When it is invulnerable to a slip of madness.

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Your hands are like two mirrors which press
dry the flowers so many young daughters have
chosen for the blind and the grave.

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I took the blue pill this morning
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We are very much a part of the boredom
of early Spring of planning the days shopping
of riding down Fifth on a bus terrified by easter

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Jim Carroll
1949-2009

It’s sad this vision required such height.
I’d have preferred to be down with the others, in the stadium.
They know the terror of birds.
I am left, instead, with the deep drone…
The urgency to deliver light, as if it
were some news from the far galaxies.

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Died of a heart attack; that seems fitting for the one who used to be my Favorite Living Poet.

Let me know how sainthood feels, if you get a chance to drop us a line.