singular, a point, out of which lines are made, when joined form shapes, and those shapes together create objects, and those objects moving together create space, the final frontier, how things often stay the same, when just the venue changes, much like bands, you see again and again, same music, sometimes the same performance, different people watching, but the object of that perception is the same, and steps tread lightly, with knowledge, but no foreknowledge, of consequences, and effects, how slow things seem today, the pulses of light and energy moving slowly across copper ions, a sea of metal, rings, toes and otherwise, wrapped slightly around digits, encircling fingers gasping for air, unfamiliar steps, a kayak better than a cruise ship, somethings are better just enjoyed with cream and sugar, and other good things like strawberries, cheese curds, what was that like? who or what, where and when? i wonder, and stop, i question, and believe, purple and grey, not enough and too much, all over the place and never standing still, a mirror, reflections, a beach near china, clay, molded, shaped, liquid filling containers that give liquid shape, solid, cold, unyeilding, a gas, nowhere and everywhere