the smokescreen so thick, so think, so startled, so tied to senses and the sensory.....the change, so small, so rippled, just getting back to all the days i tried to forget; so significant like a surge of lightning, or the brow of god in the clouds....surrounding the world...dizziness and clarity...sobriety and charity...needy wantiness...and so thick with dissolved problems, the pieces just gravitate anew combination and represent like compositive triangulations of an old already thought out revelation.