Before the morning’s full exhaustion, the suds of sleep dissipate, the full circle looms and
you climb inside, shuffling thoughts and urges, tedious practicalities, a faint notion of
future and inevitable collapse. Perceptions come into focus, ideas flatten or curve. To
comprehend the chaos one adjusts, continually, after crashing into walls. Waters rise,
animals vanish, the hum of a ballgame in the background, a barking dog, the electric bill
due tomorrow, the last pitter of milk, fat free. Sorrow in fragments, changing colors like
chameleons, disappears.