9.35pm, Sunday; the air is bloated with coolness/I've made my soul comfortable enough to drink a cup of coffee/late night abyss mood/thinking about the murmur heart/it has spoken / nothing much was heard/I am moving, rolling, swishing, & swoshing like the wind/how my earth is ready to float/my hills & valleys are singing/gg o ood d-old- bye - - - Dolly, 25.11.2018