[Dressed in violets — in the quiet loud — the deceased finds their way to the basement of the Phrygianum ~ suffused with purple light ` ] Received 11/14/2026 | 1:48-52pm
Companion Missive #44 - IGNORE MORE (6/6/2024) —
“You need some contrast // And some time to pass. Then go again, to meet // Yourself there”
IGNORE MORE
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[The fog has rolled in. A seemingly endless train of fire sirens sounds in the near distance—loud enough that I have to pause my recording. It is very hard to ignore the alarms. They are designed this way; their sound, their flashing lights. All to get our attention as effectively and efficiently as possible. To disturb us, to disjoint us, disground us.…
Listen to the Recitation:
VIOLET Light suffuses me I am violet The light of the one Who follows hereafter I walk in their steps From one rung to the next Below or up, I cannot say What is on my mind is beneath me I cannot rise to it So I sit upon it, the ground above me Reaching into myself, I find What, I was not looking for But because of, yes, something sweet Reachs my lips, I cannot taste This strange battering ceases In its seeking, no one is found And the light, full, is pronounced dead But I am not dead, and there is no death Before me, life goes on As if it were no illusion — Water returns to itself And then goes seeking Itself again As if there were something to find.
