opposer.dream                           
  
                                          
  intrinsically weaved within the space   
 between  what the  brain constructs  and 
 the  real,  the space  which we  usually 
      call the aether, distortions,       
        anomalies, can appear under       
  circumstances, peculiar ones, folded in 
 like  liquid  crystals,  appearing as if 
 you suddenly  rotate your  head in  some 
 fourth dimension (usually  more or  less 
              uncomfortable)              
                                          
 the opposer  looks like a concave square 
 balancing  on  a  corner,   with   round 
 cutouts along its edges  making  it look 
 like a pointy cross,  or something  from 
                  twewy                   
                                          
 it's  hostile,  maybe not  conscious but 
     active, perceiving, alive in some    
 sense. but i feel as if that  might be a 
   reduction, that i'm interpreting the   
 tip of something  much larger and  alien 
 to  me.  maybe  not  alive,  then,   but 
             something worse.             
                                          
                                          
                                         
                                         
                                    
                        
                          
                                 
                                
                                     
                                       
                  
         
                                
                                      
                                 
                                
                                
                       
                                   
                                         
                                         
                                          
         various forms like these         
                                          
                                       
                                    
                                      
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                      
                                
      
    
                              
                                      
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                      
                                    
                                       
                                          
                it morphs                 
                                          
                                         
                                         
                                       
                                     
                                
                                   
                                       
                                       
                              
             
   
                       
                                  
                                        
                                  
                                
                                    
                                      
                                        
                                         
                                          
   it appears in it's truest false form   
  inscribed all over your vision, in the  
 case of nightmares, evil meditation, or  
   drug-induced transcendental states.    
 living behind the curtain, so to speak,  
 in the liquid between you and the world  
                you're in.                
                                          
   but even in calmer times, it's never   
  too far away, and you can find yourself 
    transfixed by floor tiles, jewelry    
    (totems? charms?), trees, and other   
              such things...