flow un known. where is the milk. i expected milk.

as if you were. . .

sensing the rising day

and you pause in the blue of a white

i wake with the sense that i was screaming; i dont know what the words were; i dont know if there were any words at all; the overwhelmed taste in my mouth; i knew what i was doing; as my hand passed through the switch through the switch through the switch - click - - applause - welcome; we knew you could make it;

not knowing how the light had been there; wait; wait; wait!

lost in extrema textura i asked

hold there fabric hold it. i hear and yes

good morning sir; who are you?

wait, well i dont believe you

i say just look

there