16 january

just two more layers and the pile is complete -- i'll meet you after midnight when dreams are readyfresh and we can catalog the pieces in words we'll invent for the purpose and then tangle in images too tender to download -- explosions in the clouds means it's too light to hold down too heavydark to park in the corner without tilting the focus askew-- and mind you i don't but hope does pull the rope sometimes and it's a struggle not to follow -- and why wallow in stored-up boredom or misbegotten distrust rusting uevenly parallel ready to be barred from the floor -- and what's more i'd rather not settle for less --