appears the curling wasp goddess
stands in ancient presence
her breath hangs dream
around the word
growing crystal rhythm
the fringe of being
a perfect ball spinning scene
curves into its nature
its sound a wheel of glitter beading
here there is no ground
no flood of gravity
hovering feather settles on itself
a spherical vision revolves mentally
a clean metallic wall of liquid
round and gathered
by gravity's abstinence
wobbles in a manner
of dense reflection

c 1992, 1993 Anthony Stonefield Written 1/92 at Island Group meeting,
Writing On The Psychedelic Side of the Brain

Last Updated: Tuesday, June 06, 1995

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