My age! My age! And with this new spring of youth too comes the stillness of mind and of trembling hands. Lights that retreat back into moving hands pour from darker walls. The glimpse of lost and weary eyes whose container is the very (HEAD) in which lies the key to my sanity. A pillar (HEAD to (TOE), MAN< SNAKE< GOAT, the gaze of beasts trapped behind the animal wall. and we, too look back on their ignorance in distain, as I have done once before as I sat in my dungeon beyond the human wall. But I could not hate what I once was, the ORB that we are had yet to reveal (OUR)self.
Continuing. In the pleasant way we have created I think we will be alright. To sooth one another's frayed nerves, whose exploding fractal dress is the crude caricature of lightning's scar on dry earth. To find another who has seen the end, the cliff where I have built my home, and as the earth falls away month after month and year after year I have learned to expect the splashing waves against my ****** cheek. But here too, another. Who waits as I do for the world to slip from beneath naked feet. Mine too rest in that earth on a cloudy day, as the rain has not yet come. And so I may wait with another in that doomed house, and she who has my lost eyes lets me see.