"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Overheard in Passing, Words on the Page Odd how I imagine inspiration visions and dreams create types of blindness exhibits in the art of deception relics from bygone eras, inflation how egos feel the need for oppression every man, paragons of mindlessness archetypes of their karmic inception rewards come with consequences, finance decisive actions, a strong impression impress into servitude, makes their mark no stamp branded or sealed but by design potential inequality, a spark ancient as genius, a demon malign simply malignant, evil spirits dance so important, our books, they must kill trees insights before the universe, before nothingness, ex nihilo nihil fit generate the initial spark, the breeze whistles language into mirrors of time ontological principles abhor reason for arguments' sake, suck a tit drink milk, desire arrives at infancy suck a crawfish head, blow a judge, no crime observe the law roll his eyes, feeling fine not quite ready to bang his...

I am in no way, shape, or form a lamb a lion, a wolf, or a hawk, a snake maybe but I agree with just one claw in the air, raised high to the sky, a clam not so fast, my life might not last so long not so long as others, just a half-baked old world hare-brained pipe dream to break the law work until I die, no retirement scheme ask for help, assistance, play a sad song yet, what do I care, already I feel so tired, this life, so absurd, I try how I try to make sense, nothing is real arbitrary, intangible, I cry pitiful tears in pain, explain the dream explain mythology, explain science objects to structure the chaos in mind restructure history, present the lies facets on a diamond, adjust the fence old tariffs raised, raise prices, raise the bar raze past events, the truth as lies, I find maybe buried in a shallow grave, spies ancient forms of oppression, I present language as a tool to describe the scar ask me not to perform a miracle millions will seek a cure, a ...