flummig
the full trip
young women glamourous daughters
dark secretive continents full of snow and ice
the pleasure of dissolution
the ship that sank down into a sofa
my yoke is easy
knighthood secured
pensions honours the works
i run through rehearsals at the rialto
i fly out windows and doors
i shake hands with unarmed fingers
a white suit with its refracting silk
a vase full of starlings
i clamber on the back of a wave
i tremble on the threshold of unconsciousness
i scramble in briar brambles with blackberry wine
everybody is looking at my face on the train
i have power over them
my eye bores into their head
my grip upon a reality is so slim chances are
my intrigue all powdered as if transparent
i listen to myself bored with the non sound of my minds voice
i bang on in echo in my memory
on every level things are developing fast
conclusions will be drawn and hung in strange galleries
my portrait of joy all running in the rain
drop by drop silver on silver
as soft as night indeed n then some
you lose some and you winsome woman
you win some and you loathsome
2 paths yoga or magic
one destination : mind over matter
to influence the exterior by merely thinking
but thoughts are powerful
my thoughts manifest as things
people walk out of my dreams towards me
inside the thin skin of nevets yeblik lies a man
a man with dark skin and red eyes and black lips
this man steps out of the guardian jungle and the distant edifices
impossible to read his expression
he is in tune with this earth like a cat
and he wields power over some of the creatures
while others are immune to all magic
few vegetalistas can stop a jaguar with a spell
but any one can disappear out here in this room in time
a voice amongst the trees : you will be reborn as a stranger to yourself
another voice from the river : for your arrogance you will start again
oh fuck oh no whispers the man with a weird grin
his hair is long pulled back with string
it was jet once now grey bits flop and loop here and there
his face is unlined tho it has creases only
his face suggests a mountain lion or a falcon
his eyes pierce my eyes
and while he whisper some bullshit to me
neither of us is concentrating on whatever he is
some other people there are bored
they dont really notice
the shaman looks into my eye now your eye nevets yeblik
my eye is his eye
my eye his eye
no hiding now from each other
lemuria i hear my self say hesitantly
the sound of a low hiss followed by a light puhh
so i have entered this world
a cactus gave me entrance
now evolution or god put this cactus in my way
and evolution or god told me to goddamn eat it
and evolution or god gave me a chance
check out this crazy scene straight out of ….
i dont think they ever made this film though
but suddenly you see we have walked through each other
i am no longer in bondi or sodermalm or stevenage or ryde
maybe someone is
but not me
not only the cactus
but all the peyote buttons on my evening where
all the mushies the golden topped things of knowledge
and the incomparable vine who art the power
the the divine DMT who is the glory
and sweet green weed fairy who has easy wings towards sleep
the vegetal side of the family have a message for us
for those who needed to find it will surely find it
inside the seed is nothing and from it springs forth life
misguided individuals who fear the vegetal experience
for all their various ridiculous rationales
have tried to suppress this knowledge so badly
but the knowledge does not affect men of their ilk
the revolution of the heart that is dawning RIGHT NOW!
it is everywhere in everything!
the man and i have intersected
i am not one of us i am not one of them
at times i am truly 2 men
i see the future i can feel the good and the bad
i can talk to some snakes i can talk to some trees
and women too yes but not the women vegetalistas
they move thru spirit worlds naked adorned
deep in their jungle you’ll be lost stupid and blind
they are not women at all but creatures luring on men
but the thought of these witches crosses my mind
and makes my fingers hesitate in their tasks
makes my spells weak makes my eyes ache in the light
always its women wherever i am
in far distant pasts
in futures undreamt
woman are moving about in their game
mothers and sisters and wives and daughters
in whirling whorls of time and of women
the same cards are dealt to us over and over
yeblik a point on an interweaving net
of bards and knights and kings and thieves
never a wise man never a patient man
always angry and vain and fire and frost
the medicine man intersecting in me
we must interface somehow
all these lessons from the vegetal world
the sleepy dreamy voice of weed
the alien voice of DMT
the kali voice of the vine
the laughing goldtop
the foreign accent of the button
and the tricky magicians voice of mescaline in cactus boy here
god has filled the vegetals with medicine oh so good for you
IF YOU ARE THAT WAY INCLINED
if a voice in your head says there are many knowledges to be acquired
there is yoga there is magic there is vegetalism
the build up in my brain of the vegetal
i smile as i remember their rough and their gentle lessons
so in these medicines lie glimpses of other possibilities
explanations for that will satisfy you in tears
and vistas of such majestic light
your faith would last you through darkening night
what does god say what does god say?
what god says is of such deep complexity
only the medicines can illuminate his divine quatrains
equations and poems and mahabharata and iliad
in every single sound he doth utter filled with significance
but his voice is visions and conversations with the dead
and he speaks in a chamber inside the heart
the vegetal download into your cortex
has been quite successful
they did not want him to inhabit an ox
voice in jungle :
a lowly musician has been prepared for Arrogant
voice in river : he can struggle for help but he must do some time
kings and thieves and soldiers and minstrels
and magicians and scoundrels toying with alchemy
now i am tired
i must lie down in darkness
before this night threatens to take me
in its soft silences
