Submitting faltered paper, blank except for the expected blue lines another bell tolls yet brings no savior and the journey to self dis-ownership cycles furiously in and out of winds ripping the strongest flowers straight from their roots while dogs chock as they laugh and the cats whistle through purrs of dissatisfaction, the fence buckles under the weight of your indecisive thought patterns and i have all but given up, its more than a rainbow track to a pot of gold, its silver bullet showers plated clear and pure, its all a bunch of hush and nonsense until pain fades and humanities craving for dis functional order restores itself to a crashing tsunami of betrayal. words and lips parted by minds and other urges, night tremors put an ending to good nor bad, could nightmares reevaluate states and revert them back to when they were no longer there.
