The BROKEN transcendental Bridge & the Dream

Substance abuse indicts behavior, behavior that can not adapt because these people's will to get-over has to be reciprocity & not their own initiative. They are measured by what seems acceptable by those to whom they relinquish control. If the Greater Will like the rhythm of climatic, seasonal, cosmic sense of things is as the personal Will, that of the grazing deer, his/her dormancy as contentment in the hollows & meadows in a pattern of survival, is any clue to those of us whose eyes haven't yet turned toward nature, help can be sought looking out windows--the blue skies fragmented, but then coming asunder. My chimerical vision was an ultra-mundane one, surreal one, because it may well have had the Salvador Dali melting clocks & the hearth it sat upon was open to the yard and sky beyond; the fire becoming the one thing between me & oblivion--the fire is the feeling & I was chaste as I demurred from its perceived violence. Walls were merely slightly opaque windows, and the world was in its ultimate Unity.