.
.
Guy took the Orville Redenbacher
guided
meditation first: consumed a
whole
pack of the popcorn maven’s
butter/salt
variety popped in the microwave
–
whose sly subliminal suggestion,
.
(without question, Orville promised)
would transmute through his
digestive
tract a vision of the thing Guy
really was.
All Guy had to do was take a
post-snack nap
while Orville did what Orville
does.
.
Guy awoke to feel the crack and
zap
of the recovery, in his imagination’s
optic
depths, of the discovery –
expressed
with an exquisite visual sonority:
as if delivered from the glory
of an ancient
.
Greek Elysium – what Guy can
now say
on the best authority he is: part
tiny
jellyfish, part giant paramecium,
part
jockstrap from a gym. That’s
what Guy
turns out to be. Makes perfect sense
to him.
.
.
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