- early am: on a makeshift bed of belief - magnetic and not at all synthetic i wrestle with the thought of you the sheets are warm with the friction of my skin stirring and shaping them into clear objectives, through light, on the adjacent wall the expanse of this is so great a weight that i wonder if our souls, at their assembly point, could take over the world the light of day as a rule will bring the upright truth of it all, of all this as sure as the sun, and as beautiful as the moon