Afterwit. I remember my dream. I dreamed somebody dreaming me and in that dream I flew. It was a wonder. I was a wonder. I flew through the augur’s templum passing from behind and curved to the right. An evil sign for business warned Michael Scotus, but for the bird? What of his business? I was an augur once. I looked to the temple of air and saw past the image of my mother’s face to read the inhuman clamour of the birds. Thirteen swallows. If Judus go forth tonight, he will find reason to betray. He will go forth and meet himself. Why? I looked for reason to leave and found symbols both of departure and of loneliness. It was both. Nother dying come home Father. Now what? No birds. I was the bird. Bearing the name of a hawklike man I flew through space to come to time. Remember. I am almosting it. A man, an offer of melon, a creamfruit smell, and a future. Who? You will see who. The present must become the past so we may see the future.