Everyone gathers tender light that travels many miles to get there, then the rain comes. Imagine the newness of a mind that doesn't belong to you, a mind like mine, you don't know what it's like. The inappropriateness, my innocence and punishment, anger, awake, arise, rejoice, it can't last forever. Be thankful.
Wet cedar is my favorite scent, sawdust on a wooden floor, the smell of morning lakeside flowers, wet grass and popcorn makes me sick, cigarette smoke. Death, cold fingers on your eyelids, be respectful.
Drifting clouds, a farm full of chupacabra, a baby rattlesnake, blissful solitude, day and night, the singing of angels and howling of demons, sublime minarets and old stones, a long dress, light reflecting off the skin, a world from within a womb, be grateful.