Sleeping and listening, in my dream I was trying to get that voice to stop, and I woke up to and realized it was the tape playing. The feeling was like the one I used to get when I dreamed about driving a truck. And I would wake up and realize that I was driving a truck. It got so bad sometimes I could talk in my sleep on the cb radio. One time around Van Horn I was hammer down talking to the driver in the truck ahead of me. It was a flat bed hauling a helicopter. I asked the guy where he picked it up at and he did not know what the hell I was talking about. I did a slow fade to consciousness and saw that I was behind a truck with those stainless steel doors that look like mirrors. My headlights reflected back to me. I suppose it was more highway hypnosis than sleep.
,Empty forks,
in my belly
brings to mind that starry night on Soldier Summit, I remember now what focused my attention on the black nothingness as I came around that curve. A feeling of a razor thin sheet of glass passing through my Abdomen A feeling of being cut in half.