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[apiphile]

fakes and shadows

the green light seeped in through the window
i am remembering a different window then
it superimposes itself across the leaf patterns
of dark and light, on that institutional carpet floor;
a reminder that memory, like everything else, lies;
the leaves sent the words into a frenzy of meaning
and before i could follow my thoughts,
i had been lifted through the higher planes of understanding
and dumped back into myself with only
the sense of having learnt something
to show for it.

here we go then,
says the magus:
any cunt could do it.

Comments

[wolfy_writing]

Oh, I like this! And I get the reference!

You're good at using imagery of light in ways that are evocative without being heavy-handed.

[apiphile]

The whole poem is about a specific seizure/experience I had shortly after reading the comic that's quoted in!

[wolfy_writing]

Ooh, that makes sense!