To Wake

Put tongue to wet metal. Felt nothing. Walked toward empty house. found rust, felt rust. Kept rust in sacred spot in mind. Next to Grandmother. Imaginary Yawns? The foundation of something larger. Whale songs. moooooooooorow. we are all cats.

With a distinct passage of time inside the puddles shrank. Sky became clouded, less arêtesque. Checked twitter in the dark. Shed light on little, little shed’s light large yet larger. Erudite fresh. Somewhere a door opening and closing. gesture plus empty time. moving with a wedding invitation.

Felt them drive by. Would later describe the winds as “succulent”. woods are never luscious, be they cereals or grains. within the house grew one with this notion of the ancient I. Hugh Jackman lost the superbowl once but gained the trust of a middle aged man with severe

Where then the conception of the self?

Prove the rule and lean toward the left while driving. realign this. Finger to the sky. empty gestures all the time. drive towards what. good eye good eye good good I. let the dogs out.

daylight comes and together we are --