sovay | Leaves blown backward in a vanished book, untelling winter

I did not sleep last night. This is due to headache, not inspiration, and is therefore unwelcome.

This is what is welcome:

erzebet's newest Synthesis 2, which contains the text of my poem "The Gambler." Go; marvel. Sometimes I only dream my words look like that.

Feel better soon.

I slept almost until noon today. It was a huge improvement.