how to start your day?

i was just recovering from a night of mad looping dreams of paranoia, when i ran into a very short Irishman with the surname of a famous occultist. he returned ten days ago from months spent in Mysore, and he still had the meditation stuck in his eyes. i asked him how the transition was going, and he told me that everything seemed incredibly loud, so i talked a little softer and called up Vancouver. but all this is besides the point.

the point is that i'm staring at a plate full of invitations,
tasting each one to see how they mix on my palette,
tasting each one to see how they mix on my palate.