He will never be back from infinity . Apprenticeshipped in the guild of disaster. He slipped through the mist and into the darkness .
The intensity of dreams the banditry of ideals The insane factory of covert conclusions. Fragments of wisdom . Music lost in a time continuum. It should have been his time to judge the fury of the wildflowers in a storm . Unnerved by silence I watch from a house without words .
An innocent, cruelly struck by fate . He was a friend of Dorothy’s and a friend of mine . He will never see the rainbow from the inside out .
A sensitive man draws ire . He was where the butterflies and the Angels come to be born .
He lived from the inside out .
Comfort in remorse . Torment in conscience. Regret in waves of aching emotions. I cry for atonement and a salve for my soul .
That mysterious light that came from him . Also came me and from everywhere and everything. But , I just could not see , Inside out !