And I’m talking about you. And we’re all going to hell in a handcuff. We’ve got to get some sleep. And when we wake up, there’ll be so much to see. The sky. I can't lie. Lie down anymore. It's more. Than just sex. More than just a way. Of marking the passage of time. On this day. Would you be up at sunrise to work with me? On new poems of air. Naming all the namaste-motherfuckers in the world. Who say 'You have to love what you do in order to blah blah'.