. go to sleep and dream, the outlines of your body stirring, sundering in perforated black . familiar architecture assembles and collapses into red and green splattered textures of hemoglobin bubbling to the slow frequency of a day’s final synapses . their waves break in the dark as you allow . then, slowly, extemporaneously, patterns arrive to stitch themselves to a night sky . all around is something surging, made of light-kissed dust and it is warm .