WHAT GOES IN:

Four hours sleep feels like the full six as the eyes let in
a crisp light. It crosses the fields at the speed of shadows,
long & thin – no darkness here between the ears, you get out what
you put in.
Brenda Lee sings ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’, clouds erupt,
cracked as nuts, cascading platinum gold. Wind races ragged through
the Trees that dance in sinuous, erotic hallelujahs, laughing.

Listening to Yaporigami – ‘Eye/Hand’.

(K)