i am dandelion fluff in a hurricane. high euphoric winds billow across the seas of knowledge andi am one of many that are identicalbut i wish to go where no one else has gone; i get carried away and float briskly to textures of lands unfamiliar andwild and when i grasp a surface slightly i am on my way again, buoyant andelectric with eagerness, always a new place andalways something fresh and if the crazed hurricane in the eyesof my mind ever calms down to a purri would be forced to dig deeply in one direction:down the dark dirt where water runs dry and winds are still-which i refuse---i will not go down-- the hurricane will never pass-