perceptioning za on the end line frizzles dissipates end is illusion but to our eyes reality does truth lie somewhere on the connection between our eyes and our brain? 030101 ... kyla Here now the sky and the snow falls into what it drifts, it drifts; and though I turn my eyes to darkness, ever do I see the icy mists all above a slattern highway perched. What is the cold? What, like the echo of a last step? I awake. I awake. 030102 what's it to you? who go blather from