Fromma point above shrouded, same as the origin of the scarve wielders, two manifestations of metallic mouths - perfectly aligned metal teeth enmeshed as cutting gears begin a litany in binaural mismatch.

Yellow. Focus on yellow. This is my dreamstate, and I am not passive in or out of aching body.

Yellow. I am the King here. The King in Yellow.

Arena falls away, being snatched back from whence it was birthed. Bright summerburst sky with wispy cotton webs of cloudcover. Garish green field, perhaps overhued, with yellow flowers. Patty is standing front and center, eyes indistinguishable from the petals. Mischievous and unashamed and startling, her hands....

*****

Vacancy ( No ). Red buzzing flashes across commercial bedspread. Blue laterals disappearing indicate the argument in the parking lot has reached a climax and an afterword. Sense of smell back, hearing restored to half as sensitive.

The next hour I spend in the heated waterfalls is also by candlelight, burning sentinels on the counter by the sink. Candles red, I have a pair.

*****

The next rendezvous isn't for three days, one of which will be again in this motel. Earbuds and Mindfold©®™ armed and ready, conciously I enter a more productive state.

Patterns geometric dance and blunder through vision on the mindscape, dragging with them melancholy to be eviscerated. Soon, the apparatus is slipped to the side as my arms find purchase onna placebo for perfection for what, after all this time, will be one of the last. Finality breeds peace. Soon drool pools; heavenly.