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...