i tinder anger, i tender love. shelter from the storm, storm like music of  scelsi. even now we are mysterious to one another. yet closer. mister gets more beautiful all the time, his soul grows. and in the back of my mind was dad who as they say time flies would have been eighty today and now seems alive like dark matter invisible yet appearing as other things, storm, tree, water pulling down those predator planes.
not a puzzle, a puzzle you can solve, or a puzzle that's in pieces, an atomized life. mister looks out like a kid, i look at the spiders and rust, the moths and stalactites.