You my dear.who sits in the chair and disappears for the time alloted.
What holds us appart but fear.
Of seeming foolish... is.that our stock and yolk ?.
What emminates is pure desire. I desire to stand with my soul extended naked In your fire and plumb the depths of your desire.
Feel you close ...disect your inner feares
Listen to you breaths crescendo...tell me all your deepest darkest in the still of an autum night.

MY MIND TO YOUR MIND.
YOUR ID REVEALED... pealed away as husk.
Your aroma and musky essence sweet and desirous. Eyes closed, mind open. Cant you see us now.
Send In the clowns.
Well maybe next year.