oh jeezus there's a whole scribbled page of notes sitting at my elbo i'm just gonna transcibe cuz they will nag me even if i throw them out.


lost yellow beads
talk about potential
various dark matters inform our lives
going back to death, the beginning

what is that shape, two pyramids
bottom to bottom
oh well

i went back for the white crystal
candy said glowed at night
but she charged accordingly, yet 
i went back up to that hidden annex 
and realized she was a flower photorapher too,
and a sand play psychologist, 
and an artist of the mind, and
i found joseph cornell, the theater of the mind, 
and i felt again i was on a journey,
so i went down to see her basement studio
and retrieved a linotype of a girl laying in water,
her bottom and spine like a river delta
and her artist journal which i carried up 
not thinking, thinking she
may want or not me to read
and candy said, no to my relief
but passing through a hallway i spy a dark object
like the opposite of the white crystal
in a dark stairwell it looked black and just read "stone"
and the stairwell led to a shut door
so i picked up this heavy object and into the light
where it revealed itself to me to be
a celestial blue enchanter
and the stairwell was where they had ended i felt,
and it echoed the stairwell of my sister
where i slept under stick-on glow stars 
a half a block away. 
and i felt i knew the sadness and the beauty and a glimpse of why
he never wanted to leave that house.

there was a closed door leading up, and a labyrinth all around it.

there is something going on around here.