So mind thon time we went off in that really small travelling machine? You know - the one we had to zip ourselves into practically. It was like a sort of zip lock carryall bag, or rather a leatherette lipstick, about two yards high and a yard wide. Like a valise into which we climbed, then squirmed the zip fastener shut?
Err yeah, I do remember that time Bron. Leo strokes his massive whiskery beard and twirled His moustache. Yep, that one could zip between clouds - over quite High hedges, even trees and Could skim across lakes and Rivers. Had that ground lift Affect. It was psychological And fun but disorientating Because it also flickered and Had occasion to jump Into different universes - Right into a rainbow, a veritable plethora of infinities. He hunched his shoulders And cracked his neck muscles, then turning to Bron He flipped a notebook He had in his hand, open and Skimmed it at her unexpectedly. Bron sighed and caught the Improvised missile in her Left hand. Anyway - she said - first we Went off to Sligo in it, but then It zipped across to another Possible future and we found Ourselves right up the old Creek. We were in that weird Universe riding on tiny blue Glowing donkeys with our Noses so cold. We held hands for a while then you Noticed we had a guide - a thing that looked unto a Triangle with curved sides. It trembled then caressed Our senses with controlling Beams of something or other. It smelled of temple incense and Christmas crackers when they snap and go bang pop! Jesus H, I do remember it so Vivid and all. Y’all - he quipped. We extrapolated from the smoke - it’s direction of drift, And managed to plot a course across the undulating Tussocks of golden grass - Well it was tiny threads of copper wire all around and Blankets of snowy silky sheets that billowed so calmly that it minded me of Up in Ulster by the sea Loch - the frothy waves and gallant Sea birds etc. Ha ha yeah - Bron replied as She leaned through the almanac in her hand. She noticed some photos glued in the book. Nice rendering of me by that Nymphette by the way. Ta - said L. So do you recall how we got Back to our usual universe? Mmmm... Bron rolled her eyes sideways and caught A flea that was about to bite Her knuckle - she popped it Abstractedly. I declare that we had to bite The triangle and try to eat it, But it wouldn’t have it and we Then had to imagine it was actually a circle. That seemed to bypass its coding, Algorithm or whatever - oh yeah it was a universe of vectors etc. Oh I can’t stand mathematics as you know. So dull, and predictable outcomes - no poetry. Well maybe it’s just me... She scratched her armpit and continued - We patted the donkeys and Called au revoir then jumped in the bloody hold-all and Vanished. Ha ha. No problemo my old son init! Yes, but you forgot we came back via earth in 4067. It was really quiet. Cats ruled. Jungles and forests had taken over and people were Living inside leaves by then. The egg heads had sorted that all out for everyone’s benefit. People loved being inside leaves. They couldn’t get enough of it. Cats prowled the forest looking for Mice and humans squirmed In the stomata - we was blind by then. We inhabited a Vortex of smoky crystalline in A green dimension of Beauteous and unadorned paradise! A fuckin parade of nothingness liken unto a spark of unfathomable chaos . Or as the tribesmen say: down time - pure jazz or even jazzoetry - like Bird or Trane we could swim in the Biblical river of pure scintillating vibration. Experiencing our inner beings. Free of confusion in Language and symbols merely existing like fireflies. Bron nodded sagely - But it was good to get back home - after all, we had left The stoat house without any Provisions - and - we were meeting up with a Saracen spy. Down at the local. Oh yes, I recall... Speaking of which - shall we...? Link to the drawing https://www.instagram.com/p/CMaXbdoHK_h/?igshid=1j83mpys6cuq3 Ta, S Sent from my spyphone
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