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...