flea he noticed the distinct angle of a building admiring lines from the blurred recess of a shadow as he stood he considered the leap and the power of a flea as a flea he would observe the angles of life beneath his incredibly powerful feet observe...angles, his feet? doubtful. he would likely leap and hop and hop... he strained to imagine a flea scribbling notes on a napkin gathering together over coffee and muse... angles, thoughts, theories, growth...but eventually one would become distracted by his own ability seeing flea talk but thinking about leaping... the power of the universe in his feet leaping landing...mindless blissful hop hop hop and thought - about the abuse that feet take... leaping landing. pounding the average foot takes a pounding on the average day "you need to take care of your feet" he thought- not attractive is it- the foot? but without it no footprints" and he thought of the ankle and how the foot rests perfectly beneath it...at such a perfect angle...balance he strolled pensively out of the shadow but not out of the concept of folded lines.... jgp 14 may 98 sleep i cannot think of myself as a beautiful child sleeping for i am neither i sleep as a child and dream as i think not as much as a man as much as imposing images on an imperfect canvas but like a childs sound sleep sleep i