It was only when we looked to see that we saw the morning broke across the back or was it laying sideways in a shuttle train?
sometimes the brain don't want to comprehend can't see the light and can only feel the end this was one of those times.
We struggled on and just as suddenly as it came we looked and it was gone this moment, real but Lear in its perplexity and not poetry as far as I could tell
and then we fell to where the morning should have been should have but was not, someone's got some explaining to do
the shuttle passed through and the omen if indeed it was an omen told me it was true but not what was true or when.
I chew this pen because my fingernails are done the ink sticks to my tongue and sometimes I lick a laugh onto a page
I think they're thinking of putting me into a cage in a zoo and charging you an admittance fee,
nothing in life is as mad as nothing being free, see I told you so.