when and used to sleep i'd dream nary none now though i don't with serious fantastical clouds of junipers fast through summer like colours through wind rush to meet the girls in little bits of nothing next to a lake
and
throttled by a light breeze hair(brunettes and blonds both)prattle and mingling with it i when i used to dream cooly of arms drunk with sun and pressed with fashionable cotton and sugar(and sweat) and little shining drops either on their shoulders and napes and the backs of their knees and when i used to dream such things i didn't even because it wasn't dreaming it was living