Paradox
Images hurt my sighing etes
Fleeting thoughts of Life Gone By
Moving slow I stick in molassas
Moving fast I hit a brick wall
Music bathes my brain in intoxicating light
Darkness soothes my troubled soul
Everything coherant as the maddest madman
I swim along in desert pain
Everything is real for once
Then gone again in a flash of pain
And again I wonder how to take my leave
But death is but an illusion.
-10/15/97
5:17am