OVER[,//'] crumbers...

By the heart of some magnetic field, we had overcome the dismantling inertia inside the Spinal Tap’s core. We were reunited. Nothing stood between us and getting home, apart from our actual bodies still sojourning to get there.

The journey back through was every bit as tantalizing as the first time, pinchier at the outset this time actually, but nothing that couldn’t be tolerated. I realized I was staring at my own backside. I was bent like a pretzel, back among sandy substance, purple this time, soaring through a pleasant breeze -- except my crotch had become shoved right up near my chin. I reached down as if through syrup, & plugged my hands into the stiff purple path, propelling myself in a slow yawn of motion until my feet were spread expectantly in a crouch.

Again, I was robbed of all apprehension, regret, and bias. And it felt awesome to be robbed, in fact, I’d want nothing less!