and i waited.
ever present sound, ringing my mind
killing me with hot things
that are just sudden impulse

tried to bring my knife today
found out this was not a fight at all
cringing ,still in your wake
your moves of a condor
slowly unfolding for me to find the fatal flaw
in your speech
and the things you had planned to say

they are not one in the same
i will never respect to see it that way.
i will respect to see straight energy
blinding the constant blare of a ripened stare


loaded with probably
killed with a maybe