NOT DREAMS
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Window Seat 8:38am
Waking, briefly
seeing Liquid Blue
(Your typical sky blue)
crinkling all around, puddled —
next, a field of Blue Plastic
chips, shards, spread out
scattered
and This Morning, This Great Morning
(EYE) woke to see a flash:
Crystal Blue Droplets — A Myriad
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
You are going through your blue period? —CC
Last Night EYE told X 2nd Husband that M(EYE) ART would never flower under Him — and presto ! EYE am making M(EYE) old bedside table lamp into a flower!!! No Blue Period for Mee — no Periods whatsoever!!
Art is a beautiful thing. I was reading recently about Stelarc – who I loathe – but in the context of a discussion regarding Artificial Life and his work, the concept of self-organizing was discussed. I immediately though of you. —best, CC
Oh EYE nev er heard of The Guy. I am loathe to Google These Days.