God I had a nightmare and You were in it. You were ink smeared across the darkness. The space between stars. The void between clusters Of stars. Moving Across the Face Of the Deep. So far were the stars from each other that there was just black. Passing in the empty, three Hydrogen atoms clung to my skin, one after one, then gathered more, more; like singing some silent conspiracy; clinging each to each, dusting my skin eyes mouth throat; lungs breathing in, out the crystals; I felt about to flame the blackness, but woke, bells ringing, cold in damp sheets.