A body is a cell.

The protoplasm is anticipation.

But I must wait nearly two days.

Days of pain and suffering, but

not literally. I simply

cannot wait.

Perhaps it is trivial to indulge this notion as I wait in the shadows for the blinding sun and the hum and strum of those god-like guitars.

I was for

the mussic to

wash over


like a tidal

wave, a whole

ocean of artwork,

absorbed in one moment.

But three days of these


Perhaps now it is more apparent

how a'simply, I

simply cannot wait