I will cast more vermin out,
poisoning them for good this
time! An evil-eyed demon, the
psycho, a demented artist –
with a flick-knife, gun and
hydrophidae – sculpted me
twenty years ago into an
intensely wise woman. Adam
rises to consciousness in a
Blake-blazing vision; he
switches elements and
dimensions. This devilish,
black-rose abreaction triggers
an odious, troparion oil slick!
On the rumbling genesis of a
tumultuous tempest, my
psyche’s trireme will carry me
through Acheron to a symbolic
ravage. With irregular, cerebral
outpourings, I will share my
technical peak experiences and
psychodynamics, as a psychiatric travel guide on a scenic, oceanic
undulation. I must journey beyond the intrepid war of ghosts, as a bard
revered. My psycho-synthesis passages always aim for spiritual peace and
credence. Prophetic, higher realms tell me – when I alight from my trireme –
a Shaman’s giant, Snowy Owl will swoop and ululate! It will encircle the
whirlwind of my mind, as an unruly, noctivagant poltergeist! Then it will
perch before me, a surreal, sagacious counsel, eagerly propounding more
psychologically sullied evidence, to close this tragic, Gnostic case. This
Harridan will suspire fire: illuminating the grimy, insipid sea with flaming
waves in a Magritte masterpiece. An over-zealous Armageddon will manifest:
orgulous, intrusive psychopaths will challenge me! However, I will see
through their veil of convivial sincerity. Man will continually try to
sporadically employ supremacy over me; Freud’s vampires sucking at my
unrepentant, Lorelei ego! Beyond the shore – as fate would have it – there is
yet another war zone! I crawl: weary as a solitary soldier, digging my way
forward with mud-encrusted elbows¬! I surreptitiously search for a symbolic
orillion, to steal from a battlement...