I wake up a star. The
device calls me from
a dream. “Hello!”
Still somewhere else.
Reaching out of there
and into the device.
Which sends word.
“Star!” Red shroud.
Cool air equivalent –
commence unwrap, un-
down. Up. Ghost of
lion-face from red
evaporates surely.
Pink silhouette with
eye in cloud fol-
low follow. Breathe
compass. Follow
what ghost. Leo
beholden. Elevator
of white noise
follow. Grip teeth.
Sound of wisp.
Gel. Blade. A
brilliant shine and. Fall.
