held by a string

dreamt they zap trapped me, draped me in parachute wings and sent me up in the air a tethered phoenix

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An older dream, in iceland, in prehistoric, or maybe just nonhistoric times

The land was rougher than I thought.  Large mammals. Flying preditors. I seek refuge in a community I find in concrete baracade

I tell them too much too soon. They want to replace my veins with wires. They want to take my head.

a building in the sky above the clouds. Headless men in white.coveralls stagger through the winding balconies and down the halls.

They've been watching me for years. People with heads can see me and call to announce my presence.

Please show me to the perimeter. So I can jump off the edge and make my way down to the city.

They show me a room where they will torture me for arriving, they knew I'd come. I stand in the threshold, shaking my head, then step back and dart through the wall to right. But I don't go any farther.  A no headed dog, who is only solo cups and bones walks up the stairs.  I lay hands on her fur and fill her out.  Make her healthy again, give her a head.  Two pups emerge and the people with heads take me back inside.  This time kinder.

They show me a one strap, cream shoulder sackbag containing my dreams written on a white pad with blue border and orange and white candles.

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I brought Azurite to powder. Old Egyptian stone-eyed cats behind the glass. breathed in blue bliss

we had a conflict of energy interest; I wouldn't open my fist to show my stone.  It was not meant to be provocative.

I wrapped everything in plastic so it couldn't be felt and it couldn't be seen. For protection. And flew up far knowing they were of the earth and headed down.

At the highest of highs where the angels raise- she asked me, do you know how far you've flown? Unraveling my stones she disapproved. Dont you know plastic kills humans? This is why we use black velvet.

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