Dream Scheme 14

The whirlwind doesn't come from fish it comes from the silence behind a slowly walking mind. Mesmerizing, rising like a tide of mercury, perfoming psychic open third eye surgery.

earthly

I'm tired. Tired from living a thousand lives. I can smell the dust from the streets of ancient Babylon. My feet throb and ache from miles and miles of wandering the deserts, forests, and jungles of the continents. My eyes burn from a thousand thousand sunrises and sunsets, moonbeams and rainbows, comets and quasars, atoms creating molecules creating cells creating a creature whose essence stares through these eyes and operates this bizarre and miraculous careworn vessel that walks on this little rock orbiting this little star in the middle of nowhere.