Acne

I dream of a world with no acne; meaning no skin cream or care. There is no dandruff in this world, nor lint or dust particle. In fact the wart or mole has never existed, let alone canker or cold sore. If a person has freckles, they are beautiful. Freckles that uniquely speckle a person’s face. Hair does not just fall out, neither can it turn gray or lose body but will always be as freshly strong silk; flowing and soft. Boogers do not fall or protrude from the nose or clutter the corners of the eye. Earwax is also hidden deep inside along the narrow tubes, farther and farther back inside to an open depth of thickness.

This is where that world is: in the tiny corner of that deep thick vastness showing off its imagined details of cleanliness and physical perfection. To my roving eyes, my roving curiosity, and infantile wisdom and knowledge. The unexplored worlds, the vast unexposed thickness that encompasses the minute details of runaway imagination that will only draw open its drapes by a runaway curiosity. A desire to find the unfound. And to dissolve past finds to position and impregnate the beginning of a world that consists of the brand new where the new has not arrived from the old. The new is all new. The new is mature and sustains a more special uniqueness where all is unique.

This is the mind.
This is the earth.
This is the mind of the earth.
This is me minding the earth.
This is me unearthing the mind.