Words sometimes are elusive. In times of violent change.The images become source material as attentions rearrange. Foolish actions out to trick the mind. Fractured culture of feedback.The center of our collective selves has become something to find.Buzzard creatures hidden in cracks.What we want and what we get often are separate things. Recently I thought my schemes were only in my dreams. Upon further contemplation of brain mind memory. My dream time has stitched collective thicker inner sight to see.