I closed the book and changed my life and changed my life and changed my life
and one more change and I was back here looking up at a blue sky with russets
and the World was hypnotic but it wasn't great. I wanted more range, maybe, more
bliss, I didn't know about bliss. Is bliss just a rant about the size of the bowl?
The trance was the true thing, no, the rant, no, the sky, now, that icy whiteness.