TPPM _The Gift_: Sentence 5: private abyss

[Glenn Scheper]

http://www.pynchon.pomona.edu/uncollected/gift.html

I saw the abyss.

It was the time that I eisegesize as the opening
of Seal 5, when I had a lesbian girlfriend and
smoked dope, and in the house a roommate's poster
of an all black radiant sun troubled me greatly.

I was in easy pose, meditating on an erection.

About an hour went by, and the loud rock music
became imperious. A print of ships on a stupid
shirt formed itself into an immense right arm
and fist. Positioned like it was my right arm,
but it was alien. It must be the Lord's angel.

Outside the patio door, darkness was heaped up,
darker than the night, as if space penetrated
the earth from the other side, then protruded,
a naught that not merely is not, but is active
in its destructive ability. Blacker than that,
there was a dark mark on it, of two triangles
meeting one another at one point.

In balance, on the other side, in the room,
there was a headless angel of light with his
right arm raised as if to swear, and I went
and knelt to worship him, but was repeatedly
stopped, and made to turn and see the naught.

It's easy to see how a standing woman's vagina
could be the bottomless pit. But since Internet,
I've learned of the possibility that this event
was just a bicameral mind, appearing to itself.

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/
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