I imagine I met you in a Brooklyn nightclub and said, "Jenocyde, meet Jenocyde". Your eyes would sparkle so much I couldn't see what was behind them. You would ask yourself to dance. And there you are dancing on the floor as I watched. Falling, falling through space, until your parachute jerked you awake as I followed you onto the dance floor as I would follow you anywhere, even out the door of an aeroplane.