drops of sweat are forming on his forehead.
they are dripping towards his eyelashes & they will sting him, 
soon. 

he’s bringing all the lawn chairs inside & lining them up in the hall. 
they make him anxious. 

but there’s no choice. 
this is basic. 
this is how you prepare. 

outside, everything has been stripped for us.

the whirling dervish is approaching 
the hypnosis will close in on us
perhaps,
he can taste it
in the air.

– sc