Life Skills Recovery Worker

 

Hands in trance formation; assume skills are  frozen out at distance of hermetic memory,

 Egregore of cloud-based disruptor sim scam.

Now what? What the fuck now. Memory grift, skin dance, what? 

Read like a prisoner 

Papers float in through the flap; it’s meal time. 

Hunger strike on the wing. 

bind hands submerge them deep in brain swelling hostage classical booze wound again. Tethered  monolith walled garden chains over cooked slabs; courage in the face of religious persecution. to read all 

everything 

at once the face says. 

Heart flutter death knell but it doesn’t change the immediacy of interaction.  still dancing around this swerving around that discreet wounds covered over with leaves.

 “What’s this, a prophylactic wrapper!”[1]

Julian of Norwich  divine  drive backwards strength to carry against winds of rubbish, waste destruction,

God allowed me to look at himself for a considerable time, and, as far as my simple mind could take it, to dwell on all that I had seen, and its significance.[2]

Hand wash back cadence; articulated slack line overtly so. Smoothed over bi-lingual remedies frigid conclusions keep harm from Armageddon.

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[1] Seinfeld, Season 5, Episode 10, ‘The Cigar Store Indian’

[2] Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love, trans: Clifton Wolfers, (Penguin, London, 1966) p.83