And I answered: To see and touch all that I forgot, To remember the delta where Immense waters rushed to My memory's melodic forms. To remember that ***** that Broke my heart, How I loved her, Look at all the poems I wrote for her! To feel the livid wounds Of everyone fester about Like domesticated bipeds, Watch them grow entangled Beneath a shivering sun. To read the crazy beautiful Of other people's thoughts And get in their heads without Psychological babblings And manipulation. To watch the shadowless sun Create a phantom city In the concrete swarms, To stretch every sense Into the living moment. To catch myself from splitting, Or perhaps to split from myself And call me crazy, Laugh it off and cry When I read it again. To embody what I miss With these fucken cell phones And internet opinions With elongated voices Lonely, their kind of Misery loves company after all.