The origin of those psychogenic shivers Con/Jur/d, 7/16/2024 Just like this: You will slip into your own life almost, as if by accident or due to circumstance, you forgot to resist Where other people are real not just actors, with well-worn memorized lines where you love who you live, are the rough edged borders of yourself this place you read books watch TV have sex, use the bathroom is enlightenment, those mountain and rivers are checking your phone dealing with food poisoning, an inability to sleep, calling it God, for those who don’t know better easier when traveling sometimes, the unfamiliar contours, wake up the slumbering you, the one who has dis-remembered (didn't retain) you’re acting, the role of this lifetime (and every other) playing the part of an embodied universe death, pain suffering can also be alarms, BEEP BEEP BEEPING, except as bird’s song or church bell, cricket scrape or desert breeze, the subsequent cause the trickling scrape of sand, gathered there an order before slip and reminds you of water and thirst, the fish hits the lure, golden scales reflect in the sun, the feel of the wheel when someone cuts you off, the belching roar of hydrocarbons a baby’s crying complaint, a chalk board squeal, all mnemonic of the vow you made when you accepted your body, your blood your VARIATION on, I’m bored with being immortal And you, committed to this role wholeheartedly without hesitation.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 7/16/2024