| Listen. nothing. or was there something? it is the same. three minds together. hoping for joys, feasts, elation. to be illumined. to converse together. after enough Big hours, all the hours become the wee hours, and Things flicker into being silently, hoping to converse. is that a cat? a shadow? a shadow-cat playing on the inside of this eye, or the outside? I know, and hold confidence in my knowledge. Do so also, and question. |