Last couple of days have been a blur. It started with my trip to the dentist and ended up with a couple of days of fever and flu. It has felt like sleeping and waking at one and the same time.

coiled in the serpent

dreaming red dreams

of ochre rich with minerals

deep pockets in the earth

and magic traced in bones

I wonder if ley lines might change the junk in land fills, leeching magic into the machines? I wonder if rain might drown the night until it runs down like ink into the dark caves underground? I wonder if children are born with the traces of ancient sea creatures whispering into their shell like ears. There may be a story there, but not while the fever holds me.

I will drink cool water and wait for clarity.