Do Not Wake Me From This Slumber,

Knowledge Is Hot Water On Wool. It Shrinks Time And Space.

Do Not Wake Me From This Slumber, But Be Assured That Just As I Have Wept Much, I Have Also Wandered Many Roads With My Thoughts.

My Hands Resemble Some Ancient Tree: The Roots That Bind Up The Earth, The Rock And The Ceaselessly Nibbling Wordms.

Heart May Still Be The Fire In Hearth But I'm Suddenly Too Cold To Continue, And Besides, There's No Hearth Here Anyway And It's The End Of June. Thursday. Almost Noon. And All The Buttons On My Corduroy Coat Are Gone. I Don't Know Why. I'm Sorry Hailey. I Don't Know What To Do.

...life's Big. If You Can't Fix It, Give It A Spin.