26 July 2005


What is this thing that has become what is?
no light at the end of this corridor
just misunderstanding and regret
too much black noise on this frequency
too mechanical
too routine
the feet we're all wrong
can't push it, won't fit in that hole
all foggy minded
dumb on this path
floathing stupid
or trying too hard
each word misdirected
or something
whatever is
whatever it is
I passed you on the crossroads
and it might be a while before we converge again.