Sometimes the feeling of the dream,
the ethos of the landscape, is more important than the details, which
seem to remain elusive in proportion
to how much more relevant is the ethos?, the details.

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Sometimes I wake up from these
ethos dreams feeling a mild sort of depression, and it's not until I give the dream-ethos some creative space that the modd shifts and I return to my natural state, one of peace, trust, faith,
of complete and utter comp[o]sure as
a cog ... yes, yeah nah, as a cog, as a coagulum of energy spinning among
the cosmos with full and complete understanding of an acceptance of the reality that I simultaneously understand and un-understand my place my role my purpose as a galaxy among galaxies.