i've been running at light speed these past couple days for reasons i can't divine rather i found myself online last night wanting to respond to emails and write a few lines but instead i jumped from one video to another on youtube and googling current favorite poets without reading their verse in other words i was unable to relax into myself which is no big whoop however when i hopped in bed the blankets and pillows felt so good i immediately fell into a deep sleep i know i dreamed but i don't remember them here is another thing i wonder why i have not seen a t-shirt with rimbaud's visage and captioned je est un autre