Can you feel the detachment
as it sweeps you off your feet...

I don't really remember whether it was just last...
or another night that passed like light through...

And i had almost given up!
picture me reading that empty...

An effigy of anguish with a frosted demeanor, I...
fervently languid in the center of your paradox...

The club of a caveman
waving in the brown heat...

Absorbing warmth from the flame
the crowd gathers, shivering...

It is emptier
than a pin prick of light...

Dim spin tan-gical whim
adrift from your lips...

The sunshine is lost and
I haven't seen you for days...

Today I was painting a picture, shading it
with cool blues and the easings...

Today while thinking—stumbling
Outside the box—I found myself...

It's growing, developing
like a cancer...