what fairy tales are being written today. i was closing the window and i jumped into immigration nation, out the window. maybe six hours later. surprised i didn't dream of ice thugs. it's not my terror is it. not my precedent. not my nation. feel like i'm hanging from the fire escape, in the sky. feel i have not touched the ground in days, but yesterday. outside time, time out, time out of mind. in the book i'm reading, dark satellites, i'm not sure what is dream, what is imagination, what is happening. everything, may be the point, everything is happening all at once the sequence is illusion. imposed time. disposed time. indisposed. posed and dispossessed. fairy tales of time in weather of nightmare. endless war of time, climate, time poor, war poor, poured through funnels, time funnels. the wind waves surge in the inland sea, endlessly, funneled up to clouds, everything all at once deposited elsewhere, held and carried disappeared to appear again in another form dispossessed. tunneling up. waiting at the end of fairy tales for beginners, beginning. can't go back to that terrible country.