Reflections - scene - the world without glasses, stark and white, now the colors come together and become something more, a dash and a line, a stroke of gold and a picture - we sleep among the visions we desire, wretched and beautiful, the hidden message beneath all, always there like a haunted mist (that shuttles us into those realms we fear) but we resist, push back, and acknowledge the seniority of time against our statement of being - when the angels in their white wings come down to earth and give us the courage to withstand the winds.