I was so tired
that the Atmosphere above my Bed
revealed itself

I traced and led it with my Gaze
hovering about
like a private Cloud

This is the Way
to discover Faith in Ghosts
by losing Control
merely following the Transformation

When that Part of the Mind
which makes sober Desicions
rests at the wrong Instant

I appreciate the Distortion regardless
its
Randomness

That it probably never again
in no Place
will be just like this

I felt cradled
by the natural Feeling
of this Evolution