I was falling asleep, wondering how to describe a poet’s studio, when a voice said, “You have to be your own absence, with fifty percent deity.”
woke up with: I false—into arrangement; am out of it—deranged—
woke up with: hurry up is flamboyant and resolutional—
woke up with: as the ask progresses to a tiny new yes—
My friend Dan says: Listen—Record—Orchestrate.