John Billy By Daylight

A dark house is an

early grave. Tell you now

to light up. We have bubble-

gum and things

to chew. Repetitions,

see.

Now:  golden

rectangles if you

are willing

to walk

the inner country

mile. Now:  circles.

Bright and ready

for black outs. Nothing

dishonest about the end.

Always the same
place.

There are many false starts,

so light them up. Tell you how

to skip town without

driving.

Jonathan listens

to Fang Island and tries

to explain. I read John

Billy by daylight,

and today

nothing here is dark.

Our mush ground purrs with

continuous thunder. Lit up

tonight like thieves.

All of us in wilderness waving

wildly

at all of us.

Jonathan tells me that dreams are

good practice for

worst case scenarios, good

practice for living

in the darkest

house. Truth is

in the dark

they are all empty

rooms so please

don't sleep. Truth

is dreams

are repetitions

of every truth. Truth is

no such thing

as truth. Truth is

better to wait until the

end for this one.