often i sound queer to myself. i have to anyway. i don't wish to stand in my way anymore.
this morning i was rooting in my desperate closet for a pair of vanished swimming trunks as my lower costume has disintegrated into illegality and i find little millet seeds and plunge into deep distress again like when i had mice under my bed or anther girl left me and i realize like mary margaret says, indeed, there is deep distress in me, if millet seeds can bring it overwhelming. in the deep past i would drown my body in a beery sea and still, the mice would float and swim in my dreams. then i thought, shit, i can't even communicate to the dog to not stop in the crossing when another dog approaches, and i got really fustrated and distressed and i can't breathe well and i say to mister, i can't communicate  at all. and then, it's distress at the heart of earth now, and because of my own distress i became an antenna and i guess i both receive and send. 

however the case may be, i reached a peak in the lake and actually pushed copp to get the ball and he barked at me, and then i calmed myself and hugged him a lot and said it's ok feeling like a full jerk, and lily was in retreat and i said oh, i have to make something good happen quick and i got lily into the water and held her and launched her like a vessel and swam out with her repeatedly, and ah, i sighed, i can communicate, a little, i can, a little, relieve the distress. not of the earth, but a little bit a dog and mine.

help: unfoldment.
awkward word for what happens
when you let it.

for joe cornell.