things change, they change all the time, visions, becoming truths, filtered through reality, makes things more real, solidifies, removes ideals, turns things into practicalities, a web page, a lofty dream, brought down to earth by the masses, crying out for justice, and the information flow, the dancing lights through flexible tubes of glass and plastic, sequences and series, parallel, together at last, alone, condensed, in one, without division, united stand, stadium, but sleep is necessary to do work, realizing that after the fact, but at least realizing it, and movies, and entertainment, still enjoyable, awaiting cesium, or will it be plutonium, or some other element, metal, silver and grey, but besides myself, i speak of holiday seasons in unseasonal warmth, of december days passing without the freezing of water on ice, no skating for me, or those talents thursday night, the grace and style, the twists and turns, stunning