CONTACT
For Waltraud Meier
Earth to Jupiter. The 6000 needles piercing my body as I lie on my shakti mat shake my visual memory. Is there contact? There was nothing on the sky last night, but I can see now that Orion chased someone else. Not very far. A torrent of meteorites must have hit you on your head. Your head close to mine. Your small bone structure is vibrating. Numbers align themselves on the black. I won’t call. I hate telephones and dialling numbers is most quaint. I prefer other gadgets. My mind mostly. It can conjure constellations. In them my power over you is as endless as your love. No one can mess with Frigg’s distaff.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbFXoSAL7_iAJyWArw8-Wd42L5UkWe6Ce8WT_LrVUcZyGC6Vne75UAnyEGvWb6WQ4G-emW-jnMXW6jnU9aAreBM5gZBH3sRe03DS3p1ZzarAUgeYrJicOF49FDnEjKMqb9EdqEmReZZo/s400/camelia-elias-friggs-distaff.jpg)
Earth to Jupiter. The 6000 needles piercing my body as I lie on my shakti mat shake my visual memory. Is there contact? There was nothing on the sky last night, but I can see now that Orion chased someone else. Not very far. A torrent of meteorites must have hit you on your head. Your head close to mine. Your small bone structure is vibrating. Numbers align themselves on the black. I won’t call. I hate telephones and dialling numbers is most quaint. I prefer other gadgets. My mind mostly. It can conjure constellations. In them my power over you is as endless as your love. No one can mess with Frigg’s distaff.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbFXoSAL7_iAJyWArw8-Wd42L5UkWe6Ce8WT_LrVUcZyGC6Vne75UAnyEGvWb6WQ4G-emW-jnMXW6jnU9aAreBM5gZBH3sRe03DS3p1ZzarAUgeYrJicOF49FDnEjKMqb9EdqEmReZZo/s400/camelia-elias-friggs-distaff.jpg)
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