The spread from the previous eve proffered profundities. There’s tracks underfoot; always a positive reckoning. Sensation of heat & a twitch called from the unconscious were the indicators, especial selector.
No bad card drawn with all turns indicative of positive vibration, apparent or not. There’s much that’s missed by the fickle bounce of the poorly dubbed, ‘conscious’ mind.
Tonight required diffusion of a restless Thursday. Spirals gravitationally gifted saw fists of blade & grape. Another cut. Another arc trembly gouged in sync with a razor-vision deep set beyond sight, flawless imperfection of the inner eye marionettes dumb limbs to effect deft translation.
A recall of Summer Rain is called, carved in reverse.