Plasma of Mind (Dipole)

in the boiling roiling plasma of mind, but few things ever come to ground...

I am in two places at the same time: the cacophony of voices on the surface of the Earth—they sting, they spin; and the empty spaces of the great voids cocooning the galaxies and their attendant gas -veins for making new stars

I have two intergalactic poles one is the Earth core, the other is the great voids between galaxies. my poles flip magnetically

in the boiling roiling plasma of mind, but few things ever come to ground...