in my mind forever. It's 4:00AM and the air is still. Heater off, the sound of my ears ringing filling reality. It's easier to write when the soul is squirming. I drove over 100 miles today, down two paths that once were my everyday and now are fuzzy nostalgias mid bloom, truth berries, tree sap molasses blues. To be remembered, to be loved, to hear echo reflections of a past self by miraculous wavelength theater resume , for a fraction of a second, into being. Can diffraction produce replicas? Unlikely. But possible. Hearth fires burning quietly behind closed doors melting snow all around me