It is reported that Sister Pulcheria, in an attempt to integrate her spiritual and political desires, sought counsel with Father Ramón Aleazar, iconic mystic of the Western Watersheds. Sister Pulcheria, in her unbound collection of biographical writings, From the Water Underground, expressed her interest in axial-spinning, a radical mystical tradition possibly dating to the mid-sixteenth century, allegedly aligning ground to sky through the central axis of the human body.
“We have no thought of falling incorrectly, away from commonsense, and no capacity to wonder at trifles” was our only thought while falling. Air insulators mitigated gravitation’s risk. “We fall from cloud-purge, a high building, a slight motion, into the slubby weave of Danish design.” Dark tuxedo legs of a benchmade chair welcome us with barrel arms curved in a warm hug, the clean tapered back broken only by our thoughts of landing.
Thoughts in flight:
2) remove wind memory,
3) make chair much softer and larger,
4) gently pull wings from wall outlets.
While falling we wonder, “why is language failing when we need it most?”
We are unable to speak or spell our last few words before landing.
Autumnal rotation rendered aromatic wind engines, part of the language of change and vapor. Plush-water clumps purged nocturnal winds of fat and bitter acids. Higher Orders (Dot, Back Breaker and Capella) drew lines from treetops to field rows, broadcasting berries and seeds of vibernum and nightshade. Information objects clumped in fur-bundles, collecting loose rich and lost language. We cast forms of dejection in clay and feces. Many children explained, “We are not aware that we are doing this. This is in fact all that we are doing!”