i'm awake and for now that's enough.

i've never dreamed this big.

this sounds like bursts of light

flashing

running out my kitchen door

and slicing my soles on chipped patio.

folding up hopes and tucking them behind medicine chests

detracts from the present;

remember that at some point

you wished for now.

what came first

the fountain or the penny wish?

what does it sound like when you find complete perfection

in the tangles that made western expansion possible?

imperialism is within our nature.

i'll leave this page blank for your records.