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The Pharmakon, For Max Blagg
You are well fitted into the world,
you have earned your place,
and know how to conduct yourself with grace,
and for that I feel the gods will give you favor.
Love, Max
Jung spent his middle years
like Dante exploring
the underworld
to answer as closely
as imagination
would allow
the "decisive question"
are we related
or not
to something
infinite
If ever there were an initiation
to such a world
it's this one I enter
infused with chemicals
that are both cure and poison
pharmakon does both to me
at the same time
a rabbit hole
I fall through
a world where the borders
of worlds dissolve
but curiously not as expected
filled with the fear of death
a walk through the valley
of the shadow
I am David
without sling or kingdom
or certainty I might
think my way
out of this condition
but find myself entangled in
invisible roots of what
is unknowable
that combine
to form structures more quickly
than I can hold on to them
am forced to let go
stare for the first time
into absolute
absence
everything
that held the world together
swallowed by
that faceless face
abandonment
until it seems
I have no choice but to embrace it
decipher its message
nothing else to do on the way
to a destination which
has always been the center
of a circle squared
suddenly realize
just how important it is
I fall in love
with whatever
I find there
Paul Pines
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