made a mistake to go outside
where a melatonin cyclist enhanced
by small round pills in actual size
then bigger than suns
or wheels on whatever or whatever
if i hold them up
(but i don’t)
i hold it down
and in
and in
and in day to day
and in ear to ear
and vivified by dreams which are
well, elysian in
that i can’t remember
and no one can -
on that we agree
no picture or picture of picture
to hold up or down
but i know they’re there i feel it in
their other than conscious influences of that which:
still in, then,
deep in, then, and
so on, then,
when i'm just not sure what it is
i'm getting at or, well, that i'm
getting from