once there’s nothing left what will there be? when the giant sky that shifted colors like a chameleon and hid behind the cloud and showed it stars at night like the giant blanket for the dreaming baby once that’s gone, what is there? i imagine a scene of losts people out on the sea each in their own beds one at a time floating upwards to something until they’re gone and once they’re gone what waves will move across the sea and what will the tides do to the people walking on the — the bottom of the sky is pink like a peach the top is blue like early day.