i have no need to be direct, or clarifying; to be exacting, to be as loud and understood as a dog barking...  alone i understand the fact to compensate, the fact that i've been to barking (well yeah, east london, hub of west ham supporters)... but that is, and always will be, beside the point.

what cure
am i seeking
for my ailment?
*death,
that's transcedental
dialectics...
     it's
sourcing the cure
for all sense
of being,
  being: per se -
i.e. existence;
as bonsai tigers know:
sleep a lot,
   think a little.