About the age of things of
me and you i guess...

Naked to endless strangers
a stark procession...

Sunlight's rays are silver now,
not easy golden as before...

I walk with blind accuracy
through the crowds...

When feigning composure and normality
y'know the fakeness of oneness that's plague...

Loud voices in quiet places
put Darwin’s theory...

Hard eyes make destiny sweat
cutting off it\'s hands with \"covers\&quot...

Go to extremes
crazy it seems...

A different angle
a shade or two dimmer...

I prefer right hand pages
like...

There are things
variables I should cry about...

Steel knows nothing of swimming,
it's not it's birthright or intention...