Gritty teeth filled with sand, your voice like a razor blade across a car door, scrapping the rust of countless moments before, SANITyfied with this 3ndl3ss profanity of life, staleness of wickedness, torch(es) held for wavering moment lost (but not forgotten), simplicity of all, nothing, everything, a like for a wink, this is not what is, this is what isn’t! Do you see? (UNDERSTAND) do you understand? (see) blue pages with yellow images, written, lost, found and seen again, for(HATE)give a word said, for(HATE)get a word unsaid…
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
