The blue screen of the television makes me laugh.  The frequencies finally pierced my brain and my eyes fall out of focus with regularity.  I walk in a wooded clearing of whitest winter but the ice is warm to the touch and it makes sense to me.  I never want to be anywhere but over there where faces freeze in the heat and melt in the cold.  Speaking in these tongues manages my sanity like the supervisor on the floor of some rusted assembly plant.  Things are kept in order but the time clock keeps breaking and the union wants a raise.  Field trips to my clearing in the forest where the frequency rings subtle.  A torn weave in the beautiful garment of reality has shown up to the party and I realize I never had a grip.  I am beautiful and everything around me is perfect.  Chase me through the trees and find out when the great pine waves hello..olleh sevaw enip taerg eht nehw tuo dnif dna seert eht hguorht em esahC  .tcefrep si em dnuora gnihtyreveDOES dna lufituaeb ma I  .pirg a dah reven I ezilaer I dna ytrap eht ot pu nwohs sah ytilaer fo tnemrag lufituaeb eht ni evaew nrot A  .eltbus sgnir ycneuqerf eht erehw tserof eht ni gniraelc ym ot spirt dleiF  .esiar THEa stnaw noinu eht dna gnikaerb speek kcolc emit eht tub redro ni tpek era sgnihT  .tnalp ylbmessa detsur emos fo roolf eht no rosivrepus eht ekil LIGHTytinas ym seganam seugnot eseht ni gnikaepS  .dloc eht ni tlem dna taeh eht ni ezeerf secafSHOW erehw ereht revo tub erehwyna eb ot tnaw reven I  .em ot esnes sekam ti dna hcuot eht ot mraw siME eci eht tub retniw tsetihw fo gniraelc dedoow a ni klaw I  .ytiraluger htiw sucof fo tuo llaf seye ym dna niarb ym decreip yllanif seicneuqerf ehT  .hgual em sekamFADING noisiveletAWAY? eht fo neercs eulb ehT

Nice of you to be here today.  Start over because your coinage has been returned.  Proceed as usual.

It can be said the adjectives I use to describe crunchy, brown, dead, depleted, crumbled and crumpled leaves could be an understatement but that is only if you read the newspaper.  There is a right for irritation when your hands cluch the white, black, crunchy, dead, depleted, crumbled and crumpled, but usually never brown, leaves of the latest edition.

Now we can all laugh together! Rejoice! Watch my constellation as it sails across the sky! Electrical impulses in my head never felt so convincing but colors never lie.  Alarms are for those that aren't prepared but if you have an imagination you have already escaped.  Be at ease here and write in the pages.  It okay to cry even when the happiness exists.

Escape and the light blinds the night; stay caged and the light blinds your sight.

Enough.  Repress and repeat.

Pause.