burn **** down, whatever, don't give a **** to prattle on in youthless connection; shown fear in a handful of dust, then a lotta life on their face. at least not all go hungry. transcend dead-time, know now how to be alive, to find decisions forgotten of history. now, walk away with interest at zero; stronger than enslaver. trying to frolic without letting time fly, but check it out, where did these rings come from? like basic-complacency, sprouted like grain, like burial flowers wilted and browned; death in a hand- full of dust, swept in circles. tripping in the muddle-colored puddles with curious thought, 'When did the line move farther up the path?'