Suffocate
Could not
See things clearly
A squint
Double vision
Severe visual disturbance
Seraphic harps
Azure skies
I complained of a deep darkness
inside my head
Tears trickled
Tears of a heart wounded by life
Flaming wings
Carrying me away
Carrying me away in their arms
Enveloped with warm air
Rid me of all suffering
He felt it between his fingers
He did not hurry
Rekindling my sadness
I complained of a deep darkness inside my head
I strained with imbecile persistence
To fix my attention
My lungs heaved as if they would burst
Of becoming deaf and blind
And of having two selves
Softly spoken words
Echoed and re-echoed
Gentle speeches
rage
Tears tricked onto the pillow
I pulled buttons off the linen and bedclothes
I could not see things clearly
Trembled
I strained
I hallucinated
Disorganised speech
Not finding words and then losing all grammatical structure
Piecing together four or five languages
Of becoming two selves
I strained
I hallucinated
Separate states of consciousness
Tears trickled
I hallucinated
But with an effort I conquered the spasm
She conquered the spasm
See things clearly
Fall to the ground unconscious
Into a period of somnambulism
I hallucinate
Pleasure
Not being able to think
Followed by a stupor lasting for days
Gentle speeches
Tremble with rage
Unintelligible
Mute
Tears trickled
Pleasure
Ecstatic transports
Incursions of grace
Faster larger
Into your hands
Suspected love
Pulsating there
Near
A powerful force
Flesh relieved
My whole being dissolved in love
My head fell back
Pleasure
Ecstatic transports
Clouds
Rays dazzling halos
My head fell back
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