Wow, am I lucky!nThat dream was like a skematic diagram of the back of my color television.nnMorning becomes a clamp and continuesnand there you are washing one of those paper weights with a real bee inside it in a real sink, and another, and another, and another, and...nnall to the visible man-show-eye of your record collection,nand the screeching of a once young head full of math.nIt's one hundred miles an hour from the swings nto the pungent ugly honey of a dead thing.nnLastability of skullsnLastability of sujectsnnNo one rushed the first fish to crawlnfor their more modern introductions to the egg.nnPause: Is a bone an egg?nnThe lastability of skullsnthat sort of nonsense.nThe lastability of subjectsna light- That sort of thing.