THE WOLF CHOREOGRAPHY
Again, a late night surf…a wolf dances alone circling a ray of invisible fire…
It is the tail of the wolf that is alight and directs the dance… The Wolf Choreography.
The smell of rain and long brown worms together begin to surface… this signals the curtain of act one…The wolf disappears into the screen becoming a whisper and then a song… it is the rain choir…

A thousand clapping hands… an african village painted Cyber Blue…
I am running now in circles… where is my soprano saxophone… where are the players… the band disappeared… the blue faces are familiar but they do not address me… most have tears in their eyes…It is the blue river… i want to dive in… my warning light on my navigation pad begins to blink, “swimming mode is dysfunctional”. i cannot swim here… a frog leaps and disappears into the indigo… the ripples spell spell out : AWAKE