as a dreamer, in a particle splits the path of thought, like mud under my fingernails and crystal shells. Arkansas is driving me insane come one come all she's the fare-st if you fall.
neck burned as a fingerprint, itches sore in trash days, conspiracies and deputies looking still more strange.
can determined minds build a staircase of reason? up to a future, teasing me out in the open with your temper words.