..............there’s such a clamour so much choring memory thread I sit armchair rocking head receiver of motion bleaker of putty trauma creator of mammary craving
.....best take up knitting or wood carving
the fortress of thought (in strict connivance with a bewildered host) compiles the 'person idea' protects the fragile calculator from biting at its own exposed and useless self mating psychology from glutting on its own tail and merry going mad in a tune of hoops...
..stammering to achieve valuation
for our decent management projector may you continue operations falser still defeating our own polygraphs and making fools of our internal courtrooms
i sit on this chair things go still thoughts occur elsewhere am i left to not be ?....................
[no rocking horse conveyer belt tank tread rock rearward and forth the thinker and the head]
"I fear of having my turbulent waves crash down upon you. I fear of having my chaos entangle you in it’s mess. I fear my darkness enwrapping, engulfing and entrapping you in it’s depths. I fear of leaving you bewildered by the cryptic words that slip my tongue."