She dawned on me while watching CBS, 'The Big Bang Theory' I
believe.
"Third eye is the first eye and two eyes are my ten-thousand things."
I take a little melatonin just to saturate this desert vision in the natural tears of her affectionate awareness.
Thus she comes to me in that rare quality of some hallucination
in its final stages,
or its first—my love appears to be a pineapple whose outer
layer is dissolving in sweet nothings
which she whispers in the rhyme and rhythm of my
dreamtime.
