Man in a vacuum the Devic wanderer, a most unfortunate soul. As quick as one likes he was sucked in deep, covered in dust and choking. He shouted, screamed, he fought off spiders, a host of fleas. All dusty detritus the Devic mite bashed the side of this tough paper bag until the big hands took the bag outside. The Devic mite could feel streams of air rushing through the one and only hole. Spiralling to a concrete floor he ran to a privet hedge and hid long enough before finding once more his own kind. A happy ending in the chaos of life.
Since my imagination vanished I thought I would leave my husk to the wind and feel where I ended up, a daisy seed, part of a globe. It is many parts a device of creation wild faithless, sometimes pointless but ultimately global in presentation.
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Author: Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning..
What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this
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