DIMENSIONS of 2-29 if I punch my hand through, could I reach you? the sky feels like a shell now my foundation has shifted and perception and existence are changed foggy, rainy lost night and the howling strong, windy, days that followed like a special shroud for our family to mourn under Until- Sun shining so pure, piercing and sparkling like diamonds on falling flakes Your gift. Where are you now? What are your thoughts? Do you see me? Hear me? Feel me? I feel you. All the time. I need you. Even if from the other side. I love you Bill.