i_had ... the dream of poem, while reclined, watching nonsense not inspired, revolted but this poem had it's fangs in my mind and I was ready to expose it here, but I stayed still crafting the poem while I lay reclined, still revolted by the viewing, but still deep in another mist of viewing. I turned my view towards the blue, but thought I shouldn't, Don't return, don't drown everyone, because the drowning is easy for everyone to find, it's all downhill isn't it? So I carry this sentence beyond what I meant it to be. When I view each one of you to be, to be you, it straps the blocks to my back, but it sheds the fear of you, completely strange. I refill the light when I travel on these blocks, I keep the hand that lights the new hours. The backsteps I call upon, and light streams from people who know me, raises us to us. And that is what I've had to say tonight. 081122 ... In_Bloom A flash when I read your words Counted your lines Imagined the pace of breath I had a flash of words from a song I once gave to a friend who was treading Sometimes swimming, tired of floating "...The sea is very easy place to disappear To drift away, to fall asleep or make your Peace I came out here tonight to look for my friend I don't know if I'll ever get to see him again I don't know if I'll make it home tonight But I know I can swim..." 081122 what's it to you? who go blather from