NOISE COMPLAINT

dredged from depthless slumber
through the stages of siriyava, meditative unbeing
a center remade
see the ever burning candle, flicker... flame dances forward back
forward... back - moved by a wind, nay a breath
breath drawn in, flame forward, and our, flame back
I breathe in, I breath out, I move the candle flame
I am breathing,
I am awake,
I am ---

MY GOD WHAT IS THAT NOISE

This is the THIRD DAY beyond what was stated in the permit that
unremitting noise and dub has blasted through the walls,
whatever godsdammned or hellblessed rituals are taking place in the warren next door, they MUST STOP

I knew it would be a problem to let those shamanistic long hair types into the magical community, I didn't say it at the start - not wanting to appear biased but there are CIVILIZED WAYS in which the magically initiated behave! And this level of noise is unquestionable NOT SO.

And the constant smoke and smell, I mean WHAT are they burning over there? left a note on the door of well warranted complaint, and received in return some package of green leaves - is this supposed to be tea?

In the package a heady, nearly overwhelming aroma spills out - it is suffused like a spice market at noontime, herbal yet foreign scents wafting, exotic and sweet. Inside are densely self enfolding verdant pyramids formed of triangular leaves, hinted with purple-blue like dark grass cast in shade. And some note inside claiming a "fractal dimension above 3.6" - whatever that is supposed to mean.

I have wisely, incinerated the contents. You can never be to careful with what these rasta wizards give as 'gifts', and to think I'd let such... scents, hmm feeling hungry... in my teapot so that every brew... maybe I should call out for pizza, or better yet those kimpab, kebab things - oh the spinning meat skewers yes... gods I'm thirsty - could use a drink, what was I doing again?