(some salty glance&rust on my tongue)

(no. 3 quietly enters the stage, curtains down, pushes the window open) These lights are dim. It's been some time for me, but time is the most pervasive of all categories. I danced away through that window, towards that moon that used to watch us (watch over me).

Can I (sit? lighting a cigarette from her vest pocket) I'm a little tired, a little worn from this dance: the come down is always the worst when the high was good. Derms to the wrist of this. A flat, pink octagon for the worst of this. But I shouldn't look at it that way. It was slower, really. I didn't (want to) see it coming. Something like we've seen before in those backward turning spokes of a buckboard. Some relativity here|I saw it for a moment, but I could never quite catch the steps, never knew which way they moved, never could hear the tempo though I felt it.

Sometimes tempo follows beat, follows note::resonant frequency {return TRUE}; //error. But there was a redshift in his motion, something unexplained - some weight of one too great for
the other
[P^2 = (4π^2 * A^3)/G(m1+m2) ]
I am a little shaky now, moving disparate from (have you left something out? Negative, says my Gunslinger. no thing is ommitted). Some chemistry produces signals not contained within

the visible spectrum.
Not contained at all, really.
Sometimes I have to stop playing scientist.

We've spoken of science before, of The Academy*. And the Literate Projector only works within the visible range of the sunset (the sun rests deliberately on the rim of the sierras) I had climbed to the top of the mountain, but it was too late. The full moon could not console me, whispering as the music kept me moving|I couldn't stop moving. some restlessness resonates.

His knock resounds
inside its own smile, where?
I ask him is my heart.

I'd left The Academy for once, for somewhere less civilized (instinct, let's say). Instinct didn't work either: I am not sure where that leaves me now. Time is more fundamental than space. I will need some, I think, to wander back through Ninsei where the port lies stagnant, weary with neon lights that play-act stars. Sometimes I think the stars enjoy dramatic irony. The internalization of this social construct, some reflection required before the energy state can be achieved for re/emission.
[ hγ = Ef - Ei ] .naiga enihs lliw I litnu nwonknu (r)t emit














* I was at the Mathematical School, where the Master taught his Pupils after a Method scarce imaginable to us in Europe. The Proposition and Demonstration were fairly written on a thin Wafer, with I nk composed of a Cephalic Tincture. This the Student was to swallow upon a fasting Stomach. As the Wafer digested, the Tincture mounted to his brain, bearing the Proposition along with it.