Rafters
strange how stuff happens to be there just for a moment then gone again into the wilderness of infinitudes and funny dudes dwelling like pools of melancholic wisdom under the lamps glowing in the comsuming night night sleep tight don't let the stars bite your dreams into broken pieces puzzling how to put themselves together in some order that would make sense in the early glow of breakfast sunlight on the backyard table spilling its coffee secrets into the unsuspecting world whose phenomenoligists get the gist of what emerges from the night's mist as the morning tabla rasa is in cantata with bird laughter to my rafters and ever afters