| When I lost my equilibrium I found the ground and what grows there. A trumpet of guffaws. As if I’d misplaced my attention. Simple error. Egregious. I broke a sweat grappling with gravity with God. Initiated into overblown blossoms and seeds of anything my body became a distant horizon I reached weeks later. Now when the sun sets my pupils flower and I can see less of this body and more of the world. Aha. |
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| NOTE: Jimsonweed is poisonous. A powerful plant, people have used (and misused) it to produce a “high,” an endeavor that often goes awry and leads to tremendous difficulties (or death). When I read the symptoms, I felt like I was reading about a severe MS flare, with loss of equilibrium, mobility and vision changes, not to mention confusion and “emotional lability.” I feel closer to datura than I’d prefer, but having an external growing representation of my personal struggle is encouraging somehow, a patron plant. |
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