I just had a blast of ideas hit me
So hard
So fast
My mind just slipped sideways
And no paper around to write on. ******
****. Gone in 60
But the particulates will filter down
Rain into my head
I'll grow another batch soon

Meanwhile I'm looking at my long game
Because maybe I've got all the time in the world
At least now I know what I want
And that we
Are made up of the seven deadly sins
And all the other stuff that balances it all out

Oooh! Seduction, that was one of them
Yes