all quietly wrapped am I in what i dreamed once was i felt i
wanted. but. but...full well see i that things are never what
one thinks/expects/and dreams them into...no...no...thats not
how the boulder rolls dice tumbles on into a happenstance.
so, lashing about am i in silence dark sky ceilinged
surrounded by the green of spring...ah, what to do...what
shall i do? WHAT SHALL i DO?
yes. lashing about am i in wonderings whether anything
warrants fabrications necessary to create a charade
a something shell-like cause there is no faith and all
must be borne on my shoulders none else to take the weight...
for where the salt and water washed once serving to insulate
protecting moat like surrounding me in distance there is no
more of that as i have broken free(?) to drift in other
waters other lands alone with fewer fellows...
yet...yet, always this the thought surrounds me that id asked
for this and now its come...yes...always asked did i and just
as pact like one day the devil seeks his due so have i to
this been borne...
