Trepanning…
Trepanning5/3/06 I see dreams in a window, being rearranged.Inside arcs of tingling bars, backlights apalmate and I am feeling rather strange. Feelings of raw percussion, cling to my skin.And I was skeptical at first, until you took myhand, assured me I wouldn’t feel a thing. (Anymore) And away and in a second and in a…