one of many crests

Once she told me that my accidental visions came in clearer than the words I drummed from my tongue into my palm. This fact seared me so I laughed in her face at the impossibility of it. Hers was a silly declaration, as my visions came and went with the regularity of a bee bouncing amongst the flowers in the field. They came only when I was shunning some other task and drew clearer as they slipped from my wrists but with no plan of before or after.