Hallways like rays

a field of merging sand lime and yellows spreads all over. rose-mallow skies are sustained high above. there are blooming branches of carnea wisteria climbing up the stacks, piles of invisible truth-blocks. i with a wad of fake cash in hand and a reversible sense of greasy fear folded in my t-shirt front pocket. i make my numbest character in a limp silly gloomy opening chapter. switch on the lights and face the miracle bugs covering the walls of reality. yeah, don’t do that. just walk along. buzzings hover. sounds create machinery. time has stopped running or its linear exerimentation has been altered. might the reason for that be the huge blue-ocean circle opening right now on air? numbest question 1 goes unanswered. the long shades of teeth-like horizon’s lined-up trees come cutting through. i realize the girl with the sights-stuffed suitcase won’t be showing up today.

so,

i lily wait.