i's shut eyes : eyes shut i's

unable to sleep i wrote a dream down. i had forgotten it so i wrote a poem down. i misread it so i wrote down a chronology instead. this seemed like the reasonable thing to do. its soothing to put things in order. first and foremost. second hand. third and thirteenth. order : contraction. surprise : expansion. so the dream and the chronology both make sense. these things make us human. these are the things that can be seen throughout the spheres and, of course, what can be seen outside of us reflects what can be found within. in truth, we can really only find ourselves when we search without in sense. it is a mistake to think there is anything other then ourselves to ourselves. and a mistake to look with disdain on this conviction. as if we were gracious enough to allow the universe something other than ourselves. to know something other than ourselves (which, by the way, is not or are not things without magic). humility my kind.