Doves sacrifice
Short small gasps fill my sanctum.
Black crushed velvet adorning warm bodies.
Staring at stars.
Linear crystalline structures, filled with liquid love.
Glorious pink plasmic fluid.
Ectoplasm, aether, the void, astral, I travel through with silver cord
intact.
Neither right hand nor left hand path, not the middle, beginning,
nor end.
Campdon Downs and sacred places.
Long forgotten sacrifice takes place; apparition of the past.
Wonderful strobe lights, washing over me.
Separation of selves.
Last episode.
