Another night of cool I think.

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I woke an hour ago.  It felt like I had slept too much but I don't think so.  Actually, if any thing, I was just a bit light on sleep.  That usually isn't a problem unless it's too frequent.  My guess is the heat of the day simply invaded my sleep.  It can do that.  The temp, it is suggested, only reached 89.  I know when I was headed to sleep it was warming, to me, fiercely.  After 100's though, 89 is mild.  Not sure what the cranky body is about.  Then again, this is the waking type of pain that dissipates quickly.  Hmm, might have been thrown as I was expecting my friend to call when he wanted to go shopping.  He never called.  My phone was right there, on, charged...  Not sure what happened.  I'll call him tomorrow.  Maybe waiting for a call in my sleep threw off?  Bleh, I hope the discomfiture passes soon.

The clothes on the line were dry.  I thought it would take longer for jeans to dry.  In and folded.  Hmm, one load was left in the dryer.  An half hour longer would have gotten me to see to that but I didn't have it left to me.  I've been dreaming.  Dreams along the lines of the song in the fire haiku post.  I am merely a watcher.  I wonder if anyone else realizes that the dark words are words sung to... maintain dignity, or play the part.  There is much there to consider.  The roar of the mighty mouse.  My dreams weren't about her, or such.  Can't remember exactly.  But character studies that have to be considered.  Literal interpretations fail.  One has to know street people, and many other types of people, to be able to put the pieces together, from what is seen.  Broad, warm, fuzzy, with notes of dark and reality, sometimes gritty.  That's all I can remember.  We all pay a price for what we do, who we are, and getting what we want.  Many don't realize it, think they are subject to the whims of others or fate.  Some of us know.  It comes down to choices, even for me.  Have no doubts.  Then again, what others might think are my choices... well, they miss the point.  In actual physical life I have fewer choices than I present.  My choices are just as real though.  Using or not what I have and choosing wisdom when I can see it.  If you make it to your best destination you will know all.

While the notion some might get from that last haiku is a desire to own a woman for her fleshly appeal, that isn't it.  Neither, I think, for the singer or dancer, but certainly not for me.  While reviewing the poems, and the video, I caught myself looking for what is in the flesh.  While the body is alluring, for many women, I need to touch... the spirit.  I need to know if that is broken, or more how.  Some broken spirits have to be avoided.  Whether they have chained themselves to their art, drugs, hatred, or even herself, and how deeply and strongly.  Is the damage reparable.  Who is this woman, really, truly.  Does her flesh and spirit match.  Odd things, I suppose.  But after the flesh passes muster, then the real search begins.  Much beauty is skin deep.  For many that is enough.  I've had enough of that to pass.  Hollow.  Of course, we are all merchants, but are we selling a ride or the whole ride.  Strong, smart, beautiful, handsome, wise, graceful, we all have our selling points, and weaknesses.  In it for the moment or in it for life.  I've tried both, only one successfully.  Would like to change that.

Hey, yeah, blathering.  Do that as I wake, think.  Dreams probably being spit out, or being created?  Later.