Ho this is a mighty twisting thing fast as a fish being pulled by its mouth on a hook if a fish could be fished through a 6 foot thick wall made of bricks or an arrow if an arrow could fly in a leisurely curl like the coil of a snail or a star with a tail if the star was shot upwards past maggots and worms and the bones and the rockwork as fast coming up as the fast coming down of the horses in the story of the chariot of the sun when the boy drove them through his father told him not to and he did anyway and couldn't hold them he was too small too weak they nosedived crashed to the ground killed the crowds of folk an a fieldful of sheep beneath and now me falling upward at the rate of 40 horses dear God old Fathermother please spread extempore wherever I'm meant to be hitting whatever your target (begging your pardon) (urgent) a flock of the nice soft fleecy just to cushion (ow) what the just caught my (what) on a (ouch) dodged a (whew) (biff) (bash) (ow) (mercy) wait though look is that sun blue sky the white drift the blue through it rising to darker blue start with green-blue underpaint add indigo under lazzurrite mix in lead white or ashes glaze with lapis same old sky? earth? again? home again home again jiggety down through the up like a seed off a tree with a wing cause when the roots on their way to the surface break the surface they turn into stems and the stems push up over themselves into stalks and up at the end of the stalks there are flowers that open for all the world like eyes : hello : what's this?