poem preamble to North Africa beatnik adventure

Auto dictation poem preamble to North Africa beatnik adventureBBB North Africa start in Berlin before sunrise. It's the first snow of the winter. I'm nervous. to be traveling in Africa. I'm nervous to make plane connections and across borders. I've spent a month being apprehensive about terrorist threat warnings about the state of humanity, about being stranded. I've seriously thought about what to do if someone breaks into the hotel room at night to kidnap me, I have made a vow to myself that I will never get in somebody's car if I'm being abducted that I would rather be stabbed or let a friend be shot. This now sounds ridiculous, and overblown. But before the trip, I had contacted the United States travel Bureau and entered my passport information to receive updates on North Africa safety levels was going to Morocco, threat level, medium. Honestly, I am laughing now. I'm narrating this on a blanket. I got in Fez, Morocco. It's the 11th. of December, and I had left on the 21st of November, all those ones stacked up seems important. And I want some sweeping grand poetic narrative of this entire trip for my prosperity, because it was cooler and I wanted to share, and because I think I'd become cooler by sharing, okay, one of those answers is ego terrific and not correct. And another is deep into the substrate sap and mucus that really is the potential of travel, the feeling of being shoulder to shoulder with trinkets and goblets conversations with hobos in their cities, tectonic plates, grinding and making mountains beyond the ones that I've known reflections in street windows, pyramids, covered in dust, third eye anointment with dust from a sarcophagus unbounding laughter that seems to accelerate like avalanche narrative collection like poetic journalist also travel is just cooler. If you got a notebook and a magnifying glass, it's the feeling of being a scholar. Like what Indiana Jones really be as cool if he wasn't also a professor? I don't think so. So preamble set. Seeds of fear planted, holding advice from my mystic shrink, who said feel what is happening with space and awareness. And I saw this all as a force field around me, like an aura. Or a plate. And I'm the mashed potatoes in the middle. It's just being aware of the way that the stress is incoming, how the fears feel like blackberries, splattering. the wheels on the bike, pulling up mud and splattering No time for poetry, only what's real. I was afraid to go on this trip and had been worried about it. I mystic therapist advised me to keep a wider awareness of these feelings and to experience them as I met what I was afraid of I was very well packed by not much at all. I had asked Chat GPT if I would need shoes in December in North Africa, and it had advised me, "No, you will not need shoes traveling light and minimal is the way people would do it, like an aesthetic, like a desert monk. And so I had a teal green Adidas backpack, very light, with underwear, socks, toothbrush, sunscreen, frankincense, essential oil One notebook, some pastels, and a stack of yoga moves on playing cards that I can pull out and have a flow and a necklace my girlfriend made in a ceramic Dungeon in Dragons, dice, style shape that had her glasses on one plane and the other triangles that I now saw as pyramids and my ambition was to charge this necklace inside the pyramids. On the outside of the backpack, the last thing I did in my kit was pin on a felt symbol version. It's like a piece of felt that looks like Mount Fuji, that I had gotten in Tokyo, because Mount Fuji is big and looming in Tokyo, and you can feel the way that it charges up the ground. And for us masses up Tokyo is as massive as it is, Mount Fuji is bigger because it goes underground and also into the psyche. And I felt like connecting about Fuji with the pyramids….