A film maker, one poet (out of two)! is turning to performance crafts, sits and lets you alternate looking at this other sleepy person and thinking, has the floor moved? To sing of thingness = wild mist, without much shine and whose staying put is more to the point — dull mist, not deep enough. 

A good film maker works in-out-of mists. Thanks for his or her almost dry touches and for you with weak calligraphy — placing personality before nature and dreaming. Literally. 

You’re standing up, looking ok despite your sleeping sickness as a work-around to perfection. I’m by your side. On your side. 
Mist trickles down rewriting chain letters you refuse to answer. Good for you.
Good for you!