I am the survivor
of the ultimate attack...

When was
and where...

What have we become
how palpable...

My heart is a
magic peregrine bird...

Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
I can see that crack's dissemination...

From the futile war
remains tons of mutilated hearts...

These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn...

Do you remember?
Do you remember our last days...

I see in my dream the messiah's coming!
I see the messiah's coming...

I shall remain a mystery,
like everything else...

I am happening
as I look at my watch...

Diminishing in transcendence,
perpetuating in deficiencies...