When I wake each morning,. I gracelessly pry my eyes open one at a time. Even the dimmest light is still too bright for me. It is always the right one first,. For no real reason,. You are uncomfortably, perfectly warm. You rub the crust from your eyes,. As do I, leaving black smudges on my fingers. As I erase what remains of yesterday.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. All the Gray Clouds above Our City. Heaven is Not Far Away. We lit it, we inhaled it, we got high. I Want to Go Out with You. I want to go out with you on a purple Saturday night, when every man turns blue and woman pink. Cars will pass with sweet songs.