Further Connection

There is something I lost along the way. Something vital. In some past version of me in a cyber punk graphic novel reality where I could truly feel, was part of some deep, organic tribe of found love and true passion for that whole. I suffered a heavy, devastating, unremembered loss that blew me into a plain, mundane, Douglas Copeland indifferent reality with the force shockwave of that loss.

I had it this morning in my dream and struggled so hard to force myself awake and to just remember. That world. That woman. Those writers who inspired me. Who I was when I was there, but I just can’t. In that world I was frantic that I had to wake up, now. Fuck I had to remember. Further Connection. A song. Lyrics. Further Connection. A key to the whole thing.

But that’s all I’ve been able to keep with me. The rest faded like a soap bubble popping on a table and leaving only the little rainbow sheen on the surface.