smokingboot | If all times were tonight

...a young man cries out in abandonment to a great black rock.
Another man sweats and trembles in a garden near Jerusalem.
A full moon, smiling, sails high above a row of shops.
A star shines blue and bright to the south.

And a crazy woman known as the Boot finds herself once again in great conversation with excellent chums. Tonight finds me awake, aware of these things and many others, near and far.

I can't possibly sleep. There is too much to dream about.