as breathing life floods the face of the moment and the history of my mind. The characters of this world hover beneath me in a flickering current of color, singing together through the center of the earth, calling forth to witness the birth of God's singular formula and the beginning of my time. My time leaves all behind; I dance about the gravity by a middle magnet... this floats me vertical to break a gelatine, inhaling thick dreams within the pressure of an ocean... I turn over.