Pulling my eyes up to speed,

there is a definite deference

a distraction coming in droves , in plagues.

A heat that we love, a heat that we cant get through.

Whilst the very best soundtracks play too loudly in the foreground and too faintly in the background ,

front to back, end over end amidst heavy interference .

This movie,

our movie is the last thing on my mind,

I am thinking of the warmth that darkness provides instead.

about that black dog pressed against my arm, while I try to sleep,

about that glass house, and especially about the heat,,,

As the soundtracks and the percussions separate and begin to close in like snakes and I turn over to finally face the edge,

and wonder why Part II was ever left out, and what would have become of it if they pulled the trigger,

if they hit it out of the park,

or if it would have left the infield even.

what was, if they could have grabbed the reins at the time,

what is , if I could just roll back over, and ignored all the noise the horses were making now that someone had grabbed hold of the reins,,,,,

which I did,

I do,

I will.