the unbroken line steers thru you unaffected unphased sense of purpose denied on purpose over and over again: you dream of something meaningful, light not (yet) focused covering you which is to say uncovering you layer after layer the sounds like velcro unclothing disrobing revealing hey is that you? is that the you you wanted to reveal? or, does that you, catch you, as much by surprise as the rest of us? douglas brent smith