...fell into a sleep;.. in the ocean... below childhood... crawled to the clouds... floated into a spaceship... earth... worked through the kinks of control... gave conceit for the wise sitting in subway cars... behind foreign language newspapers - bengal, swahili, spanish, lithunanian, arabic...
...asked for Guidance... crying out for an answer please... cause none of this makes sense... decided to get fired... to let the termination notice pile on top of the unchecked pile of bulls, tickets, collection notices...
...haunted by a past of circles... running with guys from mirror to mirror... from one magazine to another... wanting nothing more than to be a footnote in metal magazine or source or details...
...struck poses for as long as youth would allow and when i was left on the boardwalk of the aging... of 30 somethings attempting to reconstruct the laws on time... the space of haunt consumed me... voices from the dying... from the echoes along my neck... that yelled into my spine got stuck in my lower back and left me limping...
...hence the forest... the Surrender to trees... bow down and bury my head in the mud... in the name of ALLAH...
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