Bitter / Sweet

walking into the forrest on that particular day
i had the feeling of nothingness, but also for the first time of togetherness
something you had to experience, a humanly reminder
of what should not be forgotten
if you had to remember to incarnate this essential awareness
it would reveal a discrepsy of repression
the foliage of the forrest was undeniably itself
venturing into the veins of this undeniableness
really was just as awakening as being born
the sense of it being relatively sensual and open, open of repression
the attraction
representation of bitter / sweet
excitement in being a boy and not being able to ejaculate
the kind of dilema others feel is a given
waking to be forgotten
to be remembered.

munda heights september 1997 (to that which is real)