into_the_night cr0wl in the darkness of a sandpaper day you drive me to a place where headlights expose wild, expected growth and hidden islands. the music of frogs and the silence of stars. we find ourselves united by a brief opening of two worlds. i step into yours you into mine we look around. we see we are everybody. we are all alone. we are not there. we are. we fit together like an unexpected story. we fall apart. i behold a beauty, fragile and slippery realizing it exists like a ghost one sees but no one else does. i am doing this. i am not dreaming. i hold it for a moment i paint you. i draw you. you are the photograph of every page i have turned. i have seen you a thousand times somewhere else. but this is the first time. and then i wrap it up into words taking it out later discovering it has all changed like presence into absence, then into a slow, head-shaking memory. how did i do this? what i have thought becomes a smile fading, fading, and now, gone. 100609 ... amy in red . 120324 what's it to you? who go blather from