white noise

light bounces off the phosphorescent sheet and my eyes roll off entwined with a naked biscuit  a galloping stream of milk coagulated on the day of purchase, reminisce, how I drilled with my knees to the womb of the warm earth in the days of youth. do you remember when you were six what you tried to buy when you learned to count; this is a dream sequence and I pull my eyes back in as I watch the days of my life in 18 frames per second, the movie jumps over the minutes that I’ve lost forever to the failures of memory; the familiar images wake me up and I lay in bed with the atmosphere of my 28 year old life - the sun touches the ceiling like slices of butter, in my mind I recall being awake as I become awake and unravel into a foreign floor into a floor that still feels foreign and in my mind I unravel and find a good breath to breathe, easy and full and delicious air; with my weak knees I drill to find the womb in the warm earth….