i want to share with you
something of myself
but you are so delicate
and i don't know my own strength

an earthquake, a flood
your teeth fall out
bones crushed into powder
the sky sings every day
of the great mystery of truth

the breath is a refilling
the lifetime is a refilling
the universe is a refilling
a cycle, an orbit, a pouring out
the lip of a bowl to the lip of a mouth
and a body for a body, between teeth
i am broken down
below energy

cry
cracked open, trunk-split lightning
a melted treasure, a lost coin
a last coin, given and taken
the eyes witnesses draped

^{Shyness is nice, but Shyness can stop you}

^{From doing all the things in life}

^{that you'd like to.}

When I met her, she asked me what I was looking at:     

          "Oh, not much,  just the distance"  

It was a true statement, but later she told me she thought I made it up.  I made up a lot of stories back

I have gotten into the habit of recording the dreams that leave an impression on me when I wake up. Dreams are often lost immediately upon awakening, but often I wake up with the dream in my head. In my moment of waking, it feels super real, more real than real life, and I desperately fumble to record it as soon as possible, before it leaks out of my head and is gone forever. I've developed a system for cataloguing and indexing my dreams so that I can discover common themes. Around one fifth of my