All day I put to the test to shake...

All day I put to the test to shake off thoughts that at night I waste in the place where I have what I want: the unconscious. on the other hand that continent where all that's happened or been notion is happening - everything still ordinary thinking, daily facts - may be more of what I wanted than I wanted.

He extends still; I grow still beside him. In be motionless we separate and go where we're not separated.

Coffee fields, large boiler mines, and coconut groves cros my mind, replacing fancys Now I'm in the outback of Down in subordination to its mist-heavy forests, its neolithic hills and plains.

absurd marsupials are ...