how strange how strange i
repeat myself myself how w
ond-
rous a thing
so wondrous verve life like mad-
ness that ain’t
mad-ness rather o
r perhaps all t
he maybees and why
not’s
circular doubts bulb
ous greed ******* fear joy in
games (concealed) child
ish forever childish for ever
childish(we never grow superduper grow-up)blameitontheboogie-
man it’s nature’
s way it’ s my way(my natural way a
supernaturalway) god-
**** more
s beliefs that inhibit canned pro
-hibit (has Mother called you
lately? to ask)
on an unobtrusive god
youre just an echo of yourself
juxtaposed en pose in stance
echoes echoes of your-self
which is not your
self(-)
(to ask what mothers ask)