like pinpricks streaming,
the boundaries between night and light
break through;
images retain,
shifting and sticking in my brain,
and I see all of life
licking the sublife

sometimes I wake terrified by implications, twitching with shafts of images like bolts of energy mildly making me shake
	why do I descend a half-plywood staircase, half-constructed like a slide, with this agreeable man, talking of new music?