By the plain form of my delirium I will blast the obstruction of every form around me into something barely called shadow. I sail. I swim to you. I know the water.

“Someone dies when the movies get into your dreams.”

“America One," came Wade's voice from the big shadow, "or America Two?”

“1939. Love rages. It cries out from you, seething and red; I come back for more…”

“This was the day his life split in two. Her name was Kara.”