the shadow puppets line up
behind my eyes

the badger smoothly strolls
on two legs

the opossum moves
claws first

the raven hops
corner to corner

a place of childish whimsy
of jagged, jointed movement

      a stage of handless puppeteers

not so much a dream but
a backlit brain

setting up the stage
quickly

a dry run
                         curtains up

break a leg

naked
in the heat and sweat
we champion the morning

Shifting to sight, the clouds,
a mountain passage road.

It runs alongside the sweet smell
of New York City coffee and early
morning mishaps.

What to make of the noticed world
after Chroma conducts his sunrise?

Girls in smeared make-up sitting
at the McDonalds. Construction Workers'
cigarettes slowly building the
mountain skyline.

Roots in the urban gravel wake the din
slowly. The clouds shuffle along, the
road quiet for another day.

dream elder: "you pack well, yankee. simple. I understand why you picked this spot. It's because time and movement are right here."

-- he points to where the sun is hitting the wood floor next to the bed --

Visualize the way you want to see the world.

Send your quantum particles out and watch what happens.

You are fundamentally a witch.

I sit quietly in the dark
Listening to the early morning
settle itself in your chest.

And the bird song
that joins in with your
breathing.

bring attention back to the body:

1, 2...breath

          3,4...distant din

                  5,6...5,6...

7,8...bring attention back to the body, now

                           9, 10...