My Dream Fight Loves Her Black Moon Warrior

The sun shone brightly with warmth. Blue sky was without cloud. The roof lake was a marsh of ice. A crow cawed 9 times, adding 3 more. Minute movements in damp gravel caught my eye. Frozen parts glinted in stillness. Traffic was continuously brisk. The breeze was cool and light. Some trees wavered. Lithe branches quivered a little. Shadows were long and at right angles. It was 9:40 am. Quietude was in the air. Seagulls sang, distant birds chirped. Roof snow was vanishing. Wet gravel expanded to borders. Her mountain of love was soft and furry surrounded by tender blue sky. I’m in love with Anna in this.

2 seagulls were crying for love. The wind was chilly this morning. A crow cawed quickly 7 times, adding 5 as she disappeared. I closed my eyes. My body stirred for her love. A giant compressed part inside me was opening up like a flower. When I rested in observation, everything was outside -including my intimate self. All is on the same field including the nervous system if you look at it. All fluctuations were textures of experience. The inner and outer were almost one. I was observing transformations inside and out. Perhaps only one’s body comes closest to having power of will to bring change, voluntarily, sensitively. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Movement was subtle this morning. Many long pauses to reflect in, to observe and to wonder about. I was looking for what’s going on in myself and outside at the same time. Blue sky was clear, without cloud. The blueness had a light misty dusting in the nethermost regions above. Things I complained about were virtually absent. They could easily be shrugged off. I didn’t feel tethered to very much, a nearly intangible self. All that was taking place were my words forming on my love diary page, to share with my beloved Anna. Judgement and action continued its course. I didn’t direct the experience. Only made encounter with what it was. Just then, tenderness for her hit my heart. I’m in love with Anna in this.

There is a certain thing that is true, with death comes the new making room. The sun’s warmth was getting stronger. I was eagerly soaking it up. Attention was removing the strain. I love my son and my heartthrob. Water gushed through a vent. The marsh ice was slowly melting. I went downtown for a battery to replace the dead one on my Samsung video camera. Unfortunately I couldn’t find any. I got a Matrix game for Tristan. I also returned home with Ice Cream For Crow. I sat in darkness for Earth Hour. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My dream fight loves her black moon skeleton warrior. My weeping war vessel broken loves her grieving fool mirror broken. My fist into worm walls loves her evil vampire. My suicide trickster loves her gunman betrayal. My Red Tornado loves her evil figure execution. My concentration camp mass grave loves her falling tidal wave. My decomposing judgement loves her black skull operating. My atomic explosion dispair loves her nuclear power abandonment. My cracking bricks scattered loves her crocodile breaking in. My overturning sinking boat loves her pounding hurricane. My overwhelming doom loves her earthquake cataclysm. My disintegrating broken ice loves her smashing crushing shards. My cleaning destiny loves her catabolic fire. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.” Isaiah 40:29. I love Anna Dirksen.

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