Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation
When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
Waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present.
Ready comprehension is often a knee-jerk response and the most dangerous form of understanding. It blinks an opaque screen over your ability to learn. The judgmental precedents of law function that way, littering your path with dead ends. Be warned. Understand nothing. All comprehension is temporary.
Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.