Once

SOC Writing _ 26.10.21

Once

Upon a time, upon a land, shore far off - there lived a prince and his princess - they were happy and the land was well. There was life everywhere. The spaces made, the places bare with what had once been forrest - but there is nothing here now - the world had change and they had change with it - the ideals fallen away and in that falling - a sort of fog had descended in both their minds. For days and days the stupor continued - unabated whether in sun or rain, cloud or piecing beauty. They had come upon the never, a place that love brings when love when it is ready in which it is transformed into something else - an alchemical bonding of another sort of thing - a thing unknown, a thing still grown from the mists, from the air itself. To know is to lead a life ordinary - to not know is to live an adventure whereby they give themselves to continual abandonment and reap the rewards thus - fire into the dark again and again - hope for nothing - but getting everything - the orgasm spasm - electric ride has taken them to the precipice and over - drover of souls toward the fields of light - the places of unrest that the whole cosmos is resting in - I rest my head against yours and yawn into this vastness set before us - to navigate this sort of life requires a total system collapse and a new one growing - like how dreams have their own systems - how plant medicines leave onlye\ a trace element of themselves that you don’t know what to do with. Such are the days of our lives love, where the nothing has become the something - the poor child has become clothed - and the horse had bolted never to be seen again. Where shall we go? How shall we be in this sea of love, in this ocean of tears? In this life of a million happenstance moments that lead us back to this meeting - this kiss, and greeting.