Caught In Her Tentacles

The DMT had just set in. The Spider (who was keeping the secret ball of color wrapped in his long, slender arms for safe keeping) made sure to telepathically let me know that it was ok that I knew of the secret ball of color, however, it was fiercely protected. I wasn’t scared, and I understood the weight of the situation, though I didn’t know the purpose of the secret ball of color. I had a new found respect for the spider, and realized they were often misunderstood. As I was flowing through the threads of existence, admiring the intricacy of it all, Céu’s “Ave Cruz” audibly shown through the frailty of reality, the gentle sound of her voice gently placing me on the sands of Sugar Beach, a place I had been before, only in my dreams. That’s when I saw her coming down the stairs. She was beautiful. She wore her crown of tentacles well, commanding respect. I was caught, like the bow of an old pirate ship on the dry reefs of yesterday, rusty sweat dripping down my brow as I realize...