onion

Moment of clarity. Planted a sprouting onion out of a bag of 'em (test). In a pot. Whilst admiring the handiwork (and compassion); my input system's flipped. Thought ceased. Instantly. One felt/saw, in darkness, a relentless phantom exploration. The mapping of an ideal asymetric 3D matrix. Scaffold for rooting. By the onion. Literally, the onion's dream. Prior to concrete expression of that flimsy architecture, in real time. Scientist's may disagree. But, I know what was presented intuitively to mind's eye; purged of memory. Invested with silence. Then,dreaming its tendrils

the onion bulb

roots