Approaching the danger line red on the marker mine are the days I love most.

I have walked on the red hot vial, cast on the coals is fine, heat is the heart of the beast.

Those who I need or those never known have shown by their actions that I've never grown past the B stage and in the age of the marvel though Marcel is dead,
I have fed on the mime of time, unearthed unearthly rhyme
sought out the wired and the weirder.

Reader beware of what youth think we've lost the plot, but this sanctuary is what we got,
Like it or lump it or give it a clump it doesn't matter that much.
The meter runs even when we stand still.