Clarity Through Fog

Seek the way.

Be the way?

Why not?

Perhaps I can't be original
But I can at least try

My body is relaxed
My mind is slow
My hands move fast

Funny.

Funny.

I'm detached.

My head lolls . . . to the side

From the middle
To the left
To the right
And forward

My lips are pursed


And


Frankly
What is the point?

To seem trite.

That is not my point.

Those are simply words.
They are words which sound good together.

Together,
We Make The World.

Together,
We Destroy The World.

Apart,
We Doom The Whole Fucking Planet.

How is it that we are together, but



Apart

We are all

a

part

of the

Problem.

Which oddly enough . . .

Has a pro in it.

So many strange and wonderful coincidences.

And funny observations!

My children!

You have not seen
The End


Until you've seen

The End