Feeling like there\'s no time, zilch
feeling like a nine times blue someday man...

The decline of civilization is
angels ejaculating their rage...

Waking--
there are wolf tracks...

And that was the day
of the eclipse...

The sun a dream whisper
fading into a mist of still air...

Days fade to gray
every breeze whispers your name...

Throwing herself from
september treetops...

The smell of incense burns
my nostrils like the sun\'s fire...

What do you do
when your thoughts are all gone...

Everyday
is only another day...

The road is 2,000 years long
and life is as endless...

Sitting on the floor
humid air lazy and still...