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Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.

Stone and air mark in a primal way the conversation between the visible and the invisible.

and the silver twig of a thermometer

meteors, fireballs, mirages and clouds.

What power urges them at such terrible speeds through the sky?

a quaff of this delicious wine from a vineyard beneath a brooding hill .

the center of the flower is shaped like a pine cone.

Mercurii Mensitam seu Sigillam Planetarum.

When the gods like men...

‘a pharmacological substitute for lobotomy’.

You will be lifted bodily in peapod ships.

Let the skies be empty of satellites and silver birds.

after a message he believes came from Jupiter instructed him to find an isolated spot...

During sleep the mind is withdrawn from the sensory world.

Spinning 'round and 'round we go

“Your depression may be one of many stones that build walls, but it can also be used to build bridges.”

I noticed some neglected cherry trees which puzzled me for a while.

The lightning skipped like mice.

The walls are covered in strange and disturbing symbols.

Our ancestors may have known There’s nowhere left to go.

We dropped the gear in and squeezed through the fan blades.

In my time streets led to the quicksand.

There is something formless yet complete .

Ur-Shanabi, ferried Gilgamesh across the cosmic ocean at the border of the world

Are two identical instances of a quale the same thing as one?

but the TV became a babel-box that morning.

Nobody gets past Jupiter without becoming part vampire.

Smoky and citrusy with a curious black tea finish.

The future is the 6 bladed razor.

of horizontal tunnels through the buildings.

a beribboned medal versus a bloody knife.

Oedipus answers: ‘Groovy!’

carrying mouthfuls of steam

The moon is no door.

WE INHALE, WE EXHALE BUT GEOFF CAN NEVER DIE.

in the dream of foxes there is a field.

meeting the unmarked strip of light

It is not uniform like a piece of iron or butter.

opportunities for ‘resistance’,

“precious sibets,”

In the years following her exposure to theosophy...

Cellophane Memories.

A Tree, a Snake, a Bull, an Ear of Corn.

The distance between the ideal and the actual must not be so great as to demoralize, nor so small as to trivialize.

they had changed into objects like flesh-coloured cabbages, obscene and distilling a dense almost indecent scent.

“I want to tell you one thing,” he said.

She wore a metal foil dress and cape with a red and black stripe on the sleeve, the emblem of the A-Class.