Clever's in Nod. Slab, somnambulism minus the sleepwalking. Zoning out whilst treading neither frosty giant nor gossamer fairy land. Wrote something, then rewrote it, then re-rewrote, then unwrote the first rewrite, doubled the second, folded it into a triangle, thumbed it through a parallelogram, possibly a rhombus.
Sacred tectonic aftermath, three a.m. astronomie ys full of awe & awe-full.
♫ Don't call it a hoodwink ♪
Beware burnynge carafes!