We live in different illusions. My brain calls the morning alarm 'cold soup', I eat typography for breakfast, I need to know what happens to the energy after lightning strikes the earth - does it form geodes? and I know there's a benefit to the webs left behind spiders monkeying their way from branch to branch, from tree to tree. I want to mix my illusions into yours, erase the spaces and illuse new ones. You with me?

Someone's here, - I thought

and the light flooded the kitchen

tilting the horizon

Can't hide my desire

for velvety smooth cacao

for warm undercoat I don't possess

The song of summer

has been unwound

Thinking of changing my address

One day I won't be able to say

if I let you 

or if you braided yourself in

into my life

The first for me

There's always a flare-up 

of autumn feelings, noticings, 

ponderings

A child chooses survival

over emotions

This is the season to cry

Bring up your Titanic

it never crashed