Like a sliding sheath of film, soft, irradescent, miraculously covering my self.

Dreamt up portions of sustenance and well being, the rain welcomed  me as a gentle greeting and cosmic fluidity; splendid with intelligence and mirthful interaction.

The inception lingered with the varying waves of music, tapping and rolling away to begin again.

And why not follow that same predilection for curiosity and discovery of the unknown; wandering aimlessly with precision and amazement.

Stop in a side lot with complete pre-non-existence and feel wildly at home. No where to reach, no where to stretch, everywhere to see and touch and feel.

Taken along as if childlike and never questioning where it was To Be. No other place exists and yet I can imagine them all in sparkling memoirs; dancing, looking, playing, living.

So I’ll move again and be enriched with their story, those that we seek to hear what it is. To ingest a guide to sense their rumble and animation.

Silence is dawning with the borders of the next groove calling for  participation. Rendition, apparition,  bee-bopping to where it was and this place now.

If it pulls then I guess it is good to go.