living out

couple of times a week comes the moment when im half awake lying on bed not quite muscle fatigue but sense to move be lost not even to flip feeble to shoot a twitch and the the some visual electrifies is dreaming an active motion is thinking an active motion we claim no control of what we think or do we no one puts it there not the supreme not the devilish and not myself some mystic might odd enough live with it limitations and confinement existence in this external cosmo limitations and confinement air is not free breath stinks - - - - - what do hong kong people do in a funeral fold lots of paper and burn them all mourn at the ashes would rather not reflect and be absorbed into the atmos