I reveal red.  I reveal rapid red and river red the very red.  I reveal red revels in rhizome red.

Red ripens ugly ochre / ochre ferments underneath a rotten red     Red vine ripens ugly ochre / ochre ferments a fertile umber, a dried blood red fertilizing Bone Book

(Red ripens as a red Book, a Liber Novis, and I preserve the folio numbering)

Ugly ochre undulates umber: undress an umber shadow     I undress in red shadows and almost-real shadows     I shade in the Book a raw red     An ugly ochre manages a manganese iron red: it colors my cutter brutalist body

I reveal my brutalist body broad red umber body bag brutalist charcoal     I reveal my body red red ben body bare building materials     (A charcoal Christina exposes my body a bizarre charcoal red)     Christina exposes ben charcoal bodies bare building materials / structuralist elements instead of decorative design     I design body elements charcoal contamination

I reveal red.  I reveal a rare red and a ruby red, and this red bursts through more rigid reds.  I reveal a flexible red: a flexible reed red, and I stew this long red sea of reeds.  I salt red with sea an altered state red sea.  I reveal a red sea and redder sea and I brush my bones with salt red.  I brush the Book red bone and red blood, and I spread the red across.  I spread red through red and this red reveals a raw memory-work.

I reveal red and I design body element, charcoal red contamination     Ben a red brutalist body rudders red onion play pastiche

I reveal a grotesque red, almost as overwhelming as Henri Matisse’s The Dessert: Harmony In Red (The Red Room)

I reveal a red pastiche and I sample red     I sample red degrades to a less brilliant red (red fades and I revive red with my alchemical blood)

I reveal a grotesque red, almost as overwhelming as Marc Chagall’s Les amourex au village sur fond rouge

I cover my body in a gargoyle red or torture garden red     (I had compass in mind but it got away from me, I say.  Lost your sense of direction! says Asia.  I kinda like it.  The background red almost wants to be something, says Asia.)

I cover my body a panic red and my brutalist body crushes red red particles playing possums     I crush a red pigment pastiche and I brush block chord body coro ochre     I chord cords red coro and choruses / crane red taryn torsions     I color and contort a red tack khora / a corrupt aurora pastiche

I’m feeling pretty low today and I haven’t been able to write much either, I say.  I feel at times I would like to die rather than live.  Could you help me find evidence to suggest I should live rather than die? I say.  What kind of evidence would convince you? says Asia.  You feel like you want to die right now and that’s the strongest force currently to you.  There are a lot of things around you.  Random wild flower blooms, a conversation with friends, a good meal, the view of the sky.  It goes on, she says.  I’m not sure I could ever be convinced permanently, I say.  I just mean right now help me change my thoughts a little bit.  Sometimes I want to be a force for change and I feel I can’t change things, I say.  Says who? says Asia.  Me, like me not writing, I say.  There’s a quote from A Little Piece Of Ground “perseverance takes courage”, says Asia.  You are convinced you are useless so you look for evidence.  Let me tell you, as a teacher, being “a force of change” is usually tedious as hell and takes a lot of work but you are always doing more than you think.  And it’s not about the fucking writing, it’s about your relationships with others, the world around you and yourself.  Without those things, your writing would be empty, says Asia.  I’m asking you for help to look for evidence for not useless, I say.  You have your friends who love you and you impact their lives in a positive way, says Asia.  There’s your evidence, she says.  I accept your evidence, I say.

I reveal red.  I reveal rapid red and river red, a riverrun Asia Among Red Rainforests.  I reveal red revels in a rhizomic red, the very red, and the background red almost looks like it wants to be something.  Random wild flowers bloom a brilliant red.

I hear the axe has flowered:  I hear the axe bloom red     Axe blooms red my flowering brutalist body     Axe flowers a file red red rhizome files and I sharpen the axe with flower files / feathered steel     Axe flowers file fire flood flat film red (I film a flowing red and a rudder rain red)

(What color will you paint your nails?  I haven’t decided, says Asia.  Either yellow, light blue, or dark red.)

(Can I ask you a question? says Asia.  Do you think Jung was a prophet?  Yes, I say.  At the very least he is a true mystic and visionary.  I started reading Jung’s Red Book again, says Asia, and his visions and experiences reminded me of a prophets.  Yes, he invoked the lineage of prophets I think, I say.  My guess is he also thought of himself as a prophet.)

(My splurge will be to get my nails redone, says Asia.  Exciting!  What color will you get?  I’m thinking maybe a wine red.  It’s a seasonal color but also a witchy bad bitch color.  Really needing some of that bad bitch energy right now, says Asia.  What does it mean to be a bad bitch? I say.  It means I’m POWERFUL and confident and not a sad sack, says Asia.  I am feeling sad sack energy, I say.  Go get your nails painted, says Asia.)

I reveal red and I prophesy red.  I prophesy a redder red: red body and red Book.  Books flower bright red rubber and Books bloom hand axes and industries of archaic numbers.

I hear the axe has flowered     Axe flowers a Book red and I prophesy red axe     I prophesy red axe and red algae, and it blossoms red body

I prophesy red paint: I prophesy a yellow or dark red pigment     I prophesy red wine file fire wine word-images

Axe flowers free file flood flat film then film red collage (my body collage bricoleur axe red)     I prophesy axe red and deep red giallo

The background red almost looks like it wants to be something.  The red wants real red and random red, and this red flowers ben body blooms.

The background red almost looks like it wants to be something: the red coagulates into coral collage and coltrane sheets of sound solar red   sheets of sound mushroom red     (I flower red more room: I room rush feeler red)

I room more red and the background red foregrounds abrupt: this red ruptures through flowers     (I flow from red to red looking for bad bitch nail polish)     Flowers fragment red feelers (Do you ever get that feeling that you’re sinking? I do)

This red reddens a foreground mystery and the mystery flowers robust red.  This red bursts from the background into a redder foreground, and the red rubs more room mystery.  The red envelopes me.  This red envelopes me and devours, a total red desert.  Red evades me but then saturates my skull a bold bone red.  This red applies itself as an esoteric nail polish.

I reveal red.  I reveal rapid red and river red the very red nail polish of bad bitch Asia.  Her background red looks like it wants to be something and her red saturates the Book a total prophecy red book.

Her red axe flowers fish scale red     Her red axe flowers fish fire and scale scratches a red palimpsest into my skull interior     Axe shatters my skull, the red background becoming something