i may be slow to understand but i try.

my friend sent an text by gardner, i needed practice to escape my practice. seeing things. i found something, i found myself ,over and over, trying to finds words for visual images. he says, i think we are always sending ourselves evanescent hieroglyphs. 

sometimes you need an image to be confused, to rest in the place and let the confusion be an image you enter and rest. i was confused once evading the hunters in stark orange like prisoners with guns. i was trying to be invisible in the forest; i got lost. i lay down on a bed of moss, i gave myself up to confusion and the hunters disappeared. i got up refreshed and my first step i was no longer lost, as if i had slept and dreamed the forest was my home.