I see a man atop a mesa at sunrise.
I laugh as I have the thought: I know him.
Everything is bathed in ruddy red and sunlit pink.
I can see for miles despite being at a low elevation.
Looking back at the man, I see him hold up two configurations of stick bundles.
They form the two letters that sound like my first name.
I think: I shall climb up.
Having the thought, I immediately arrive at his side, atop the mesa.
This is a dream: I say.
The last time you met me here, you slapped me hard and kissed me harder: he said.
I feel embarrassed. I do not remember this.
Do you remember my name?: he asks.
I remember your first and middle name. I remember you refusing to tell me your last name: I say.
Guess it: he says smiling.
Keyes: I conjecture.
Closer. Keynes.: he said.
Almost like the mathematician. Like keening me up: I think.