Forms to fill out, an acupuncturist asks about surgeries: PCL repair (harvested hamstring), appendicitis, fractured skull. Afterward, drifting through the city, I partly exist as a phenomenal element, more a flickering node that passes through the membrane in florescent pulses ― I may very well be invisible. The flow directs in a tight orchestration of leaving, where everything is heightened to the absurd. The wonderful heart of a winter retreat already stretches across the lapses of time, bathes me in golden strands, throws golden flowers at my feet. All the world has stopped, races madly past, beats to my eternal heart.