A farmable nebulosity of astronomers confronts the sky’s thumbprint, speaking the verb to be into its Pentecost of carbonated stars. Universities dispense green vials of schizophrenic, pun their suffering even as they rewrite the messianic alleyway from which I appear. The further inland my feet and hands drag this dirt-ship, the more books & electronics build my ego, stage-manage the unshorn mathematics of my trip into headless. And where entrails of satellite-steepled cyborg deacons pass, paisley crustaceans in the galactic attitude of parade dress extract our indiscretions of godhood, transfuse us careless. But forget that pastry of insane. Examine the eruption of graffiti tattoos, this vertigo of coloring-book erotic. Sections of sexual sidewalk kayak a door thru silk paper, blow cocooned kisses, scholar a sense of murder inside language. The mythology of a library wrenching itself Romantic in the absence of its books. All while blackboards of balloons tunnel thru ancestors’ brain-clumping trilobites. But deep in the radical manifesto of gigantic, pages crammed blank in the threads of unclear, we escape homeless into prisons we nurture in the thimble of our shared and costly brain. How did we confuse inside with out? Drifting homeward, we fold space, collapse the waveform, white noise a freedom, a subjective delirium of balloon presence.