later today I will write ... where did I go just now? to war against unworthy words, wearing empty bandoliers to the ceiling of space for enlightenment by cosmic chandeliers to endless, winding roads of thought, the worst of all dead-ends to fuse the frayed neurosis that never seems to mend to an area between particles, the purgatory of matter to Heaven and to Hell, rather dawdling in the latter ... too digressive to write today or clear my head of chatter