one million directions of intoxication
scattered about a dusty day
the worries of the moment's heart
for now they fade away
slow, things start to glow.
let go, loose and watch the tempo
stopping, time dropping
and hitting the floor
like the ashes of the insence
that solve everything.

if the problem of reality
would hide itself forever.
if only.

02/23/2003

Posted on 02/23/2003
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