I am here now.

I need to become meaning

Again

I flail ,  a drunk fish

Noon rises the heated finger of God tickles the white-cooked belly

and the optically indifferent spread of

Newton's light mirrors open only to God why the higher higher sky to us only die.

The metaphor yokel

monkey spreads eagle

Looking for winter walking cold ice slipping humming rumbling cars and trucks

Don't never look up

Old dad, water favours

It is a fine reasonable diet and factor Nine

Justice for less understood

makers of little heat

Lick the hell off the fucking stupid flag's pole

Idiot country

feeling wet and sorry for the troops, no one leaves

The Right Times

Night slinks out, sleek metals on the dying highway, the blue beckons

Inside our bodies, Heat and the sound of the feelings of fire, the smallest explosions and inplosions

Recreate us

Dear now you are...

The Reason.

Correct

Understood

Impossible to be anything less.