Left:
Rushing wind through the pines;
the threat of heavy trunks through the bedroom

Right:
Fast ticking of a small alarm clock,
barely percepted

Middle:
Claude Levi-Strauss's The Naked Man;
massive 700 pages
crammed with small letters,
40 lines a page

Else:
Inversion layers of consciousness,
good for shaman journeys

A pencil tip dancing the white desert
of the notebook page,
whirlwinds of observations
in its wake

Friday just another name
these days