And now as the sun slaps the west, and the north caresses the south

Jarfff swings high his chariot sneakers, and blows out the thunderclaps, welcomes the lightning of the smooth gelled rectangle of the Universal Kindle, for who knows how many hours, with his chromebook facing his face as he reads on right and left side, without his glasses on, only being kindly digressed by those orange notifications, he shan't say much if anything, he'll just drift off into the prism offering thousands of sparkling shades that are houses to sit comfortably on all their soft rocking chairs sipping absinthe and a puppy dog asleep at his feet, in all thousand houses one little moment at a time, closing the eyes then his eyeballs turn around and around like marbles in a circus, and then the unknown, scenarios that are hard to put into words the morning after but seem so clear as they are dreamt, and time, the sensation and knowledge of the passage of time is lost, o sweet oblivion when time is no more, but it's over too soon, and i awaken, and say It's showtime folks!!