Floating leaves--
a frog flickers...

Creeping my way down the ditch that I've dug..
sleeping away all my cares and concerns...

Work hard, stay in school
dye your soul...

...She inhales So
her Secret won't yet Slip...

Where are those kids
who roamed the glazed streets...

You walk through the fluorescence, turning
a corner to find a brown box on the floor...

(messing around with multiple language...
the voice of an open God is conclusion...

I'm crawling backward
through cold sludge...

These skies are too narrow,.. to show our...
this water is too shallow.. to hold our reflection...

Absorbing warmth from the flame
the crowd gathers, shivering...

In my opinion's pizza,
mind is hungry for...

It's growing, developing
like a cancer...