The space between man and God.

I was reading of the undefinable, that which is, but to point it out, that is not, it elapses into so much vapor to disappear, into the atmosphere, opposite the crawl space, cookie salesman, and the space between my ears, the space between the earth and moon---

the space between man and God.

You ever seen them follicle pits on chicken skin?  Lisa has those, and its not, like well, off-putting, you know, it is, at once, the wagon wheel at the driveway, just there, kind of like, well, look at this.

Cocksputter and spleenblood; with a war on, the streaming services cratering?  The popular narrative caught hold of something?  Not realizing when the self, one's own words, become the cruelest satires, and just for quoting them, the well-meaning, one could get tossed-off.

Something about the "intrinsic field", bio-mechanical energies and then chemical transmission between beings, the sub-conscious sensory field.  Things you only dimly perceive, and that in the dark, not even with the fingertips, but something of a breath from away, the flutter of butterfly wings sighing in the distance.

Those people Obama would have spared from the conspiracy theories, he so pushed them away when given the chance to do some real good.  He pushed them towards the stuff.

For me, not Barack Obama, but Barry Pepper, preferring as it were, old Ironhead over old Rabbit Tooth.

I prefer to believe I did the thing, and got a reprieve from the universe, but somehow both ring false in my heart of hearts and I know, a great karmic balance, and all that, endless cycles through lifetimes, and at some point, it just becomes clear, I serpose, it do, and it be.......

A snoot of the very substance of the universe.