halloween.
sitting around a circle of bricks. enclosing a fire. long burnt. dead. but
alive in the mind. a clove. smoke entering the lungs. and exhaled. swirling
in mists. ghosts rising from a burning ember. looking out into the world. as
the world becomes myself. and more. as more enters me. becomes me. as i
enter into it. and i can feel the energy all around me. powerful. and now a
cone above the circle. where do you see the cones. in the architecture.
where do you see them, tabitha. powerful. the circle. the triangle. three and
one. and then. sage. burning. fumigating. as i move it around the circle. and
let it burn on the headstone. across from me. and going into the trees. the
ground. i slowly begin to masturbate. feeling the earth run through me. as if
i am entering the trees. and they look like some strange form of vagina. a
spiritual vagina. as i enter. it enters. and the energy moves through my
body. my heart. spiraling. pulsating. as everything disappears. appears. one
with the earth. and i come. onto the fallen leaves. the earth. a tree.
orgasming. the mother begets the son. the goddess the god. it is
halloween.
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