Let something that is distant keep itself warm with the thoughts of the things close. Mountains fired in the mantle of houses made far and brittle by streets and tress and neighborhoods. Let convergence reign, hesitant touches in the midst of day, blazing sun and sheen of sweat mixing in the writhing of neighborhood's last battles. Cookie cutter ramparts, the crime watch is building engines of siege and peril. Eyes in the sky, eyes in the hedge rows, eyes in the picnics, eyes in the games. We got the permits necessary to hide from the cameras and share ourselves with each other in defiance of the observant. Breathing in the anonymity of grand tracts of skin, explorations lead by tongues and hands.