Seeing being balance boots and boom-bap, seeing noticing. As an action, when the thing happens. Always with us, creativity. Forever our spirit seeing. Noticer! Spotted the train through the forest from a mile. Across bogs like that time toward West Berlin, toward Lithuania. Roll between the madness, there the train, clack chunk the dope quack. From here, missing new politics of the end, dissipate covenant, yet still we must live. We abandoned known to unknown long ago, along the border. Roads through land, slip across the Ohio, tunnels to Victoria. Spinning the noticing engaged within innocence, purity, freedom. We take care of one another, give to one another, nothing else. Where the Foundation provides, holds us firm and helps us upward, alive, our light.