what i remember of my dreams,
lately,
               is not a case of images,
it's mostly pitch-black upon
      the notion of trying to remember,
i... just remember talking...
             and that begs the question:
can blind people see dreams
      if they can't see consciously?
            or, perhaps, i write too much,
in the proustian sense of dynamism
regarding ushering out as many words
as i have; and, condolences, for anyone
keeping up... you poor buggers,
or should i say, junkies?
   just thank **** i'm not pushing
you ******;
  you know who you are,
                        i have no names;
and this is the type of introspection
that the internet allows,
     which, if asked to be printer in
the, say, 17th century? wouldn't see print;
so lucky us, saving the amazon,
         by having paper in pixel format;
however,
one day in the internet's publishing dynamic,
would overpower even the vatican's
                                          library content.