octopus

being chased by immaterial acquaintances
i learned to stall them by picking off globs of my own ectoplasm
throwing it down, saying "octopus"
throw it.... "octopus"
throw it.... "octopus"

attracted like bugs to a bug zapping light they stuffed themselves on my spiritual
eventually cornering me when I ran out
unbound, my inner octopus and I showed forth its image
blinding black ink wiping away my immaterial pursuers
tentacles strong protectors

after
meeting with an experienced guide, I questioned
"to be you must become you can't merely think you are capable of being"
"yes" he replied, between spoonfuls