Autobiographical Tidbits #4: I Levitate Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Today we end up in trans-medium sessions.
My wife has booked 3 personal meetings.
One for each of us: herself, daughter and me.

It's my turn.

I enter a motel room rented for the occasion
where the traveling superman lays face up
on top of a fully made twin-size bed.

He is fully dressed in a suit but with an open
collar, dazzling bleach-white, shirt.
His forehead and eyes are obscured solid with

a humid towel.
Only the tip of his nose and mouth are visible.
There is an assistant by his side of the bed.

She recites my name and date of birth.
30 seconds of silence ensues.
His mouth opens with an endless stream

of sentenced words.
The breathless information, he says he reads,
straight from Akashic minutes recorded

in the heavens.
For forty five minutes I am mesmerized
by the flow of esoteric data.

My mind drifts in and out of the netherworld.