again       again

                             he was becoming ambivalent  it didnt matter whether the sentence was a cry in the dark or letters on the darkness asif expressed by a label marker on embossing tape  etched sharply distinctly

IF SOMEONE IS GUILTY OF SOMETHING THEY EASILY ACCUSE OTHERS OF IT

someone 

           who

guilty of something 

                      what  

the cry repeated 

                   echoed

the text went round and around asif on a stock market ticker tape display 

since the dream was his  invariably  the clues laid with him   asif he were some mystical detective 

the screen on the back of his eyeballs ran black black black black black anthennearlysimultaneously he heard and read the sentence

the voice wasnt his not hearing himself as he spoke or hearing himself recorded by a machine

it seemed feminine to him 

                            it wasnt spoken by his feminine side

the script was in capitalised block letters print  not cursive   asif a fortune from a Chinese cookie turned into a clam buried in muck and mud at the bottom of the sea 

                                                     alien

flat  unreflective  black

 

maybe who or what wasnt important 

                                      what was important was the criminals nature and their criminal intent  and maybe as blatant as the sentence sounded and appeared or appeared and sounded it seemed the former  that if his head was on a swivelhis eyes peeled he could recognise the personality preceding the crime and avoidgo wide around them

hints and traces are always present

if he was watching

so he didnt have to later mutter  Hindsight is 20/20 

he  everyone   had been through 2020 

                                           he was willing to let it go and watch it slowly disappear in his rearview mirror

  

early AM-ish,  Saturday,  27  3. 21 

1022,  Saturday,  27  3. 21