Jan 2016
Weird is the heart
Of this wired hour!
I AM EMPOWERED
in spired towers
On walls of blooming morning flowers
As darkness cowers; lord the land!
You tenant man, this fruit is yours, devour.
Of this wired hour!
I AM EMPOWERED
in spired towers
On walls of blooming morning flowers
As darkness cowers; lord the land!
You tenant man, this fruit is yours, devour.
No sleep, no rent, reading chalk writing on my wall
