my mind prefers madness.it must be that waymadness accumulatedday after day.geese in the rivergeese in the seathe geese are like me.they don't want to..
traffic lights parlayalternating like dayand night.only infinityin the wayand out of sight.the canyons that the buildings makecontain dreamsand ghostl..
alone I stareinto the voideverywherematter dripsmy breathing countstimeinfinity slipsheadlong into the voidlike a grain of sandI sitagainst the shoreo..