...Ere one can say, "It lightens."

Night terrors again. Can't sleep, though I'm tired. No, it's more accurate to say I can't lie down.

I have fears that I may cease to be, like the lightning, like spoken poetry. I have had a small chat with G-d about this, lying sleepless and stomach-roiled upon my bed, and we shall see what the outcome may be.

The rain and the storm are so incredibly sensual, so aching for skin and breath and power to celebrate them. But these are things not even a Siamese can understand.

I'm waiting for my return call.