home early for the day. sick. sneeze sneeze. often drinkin’ wine causes wheeze. I dream I’m at a poetry reading. the rest is at least four hours Rudra & Kalika right next to me. a journalist asks RZA about a machine… “yeah I invented that!” things you don’t know. journalist later says something I like, that you will most likely not be the first one to say what you say But you’ll be the first one to say it just how you say it. in my dream the people at the reading all shift outdoors before I start, then come back again and I’m revving up.