I walked the with some funny men of God. And the silent morning reminded me of the dark night. Walking across my doorstep, it's here and there and now. A thousand miles ahead. A thousand miles behind. Lenovo called out for some food from his balcony. Isn't bread good enough brother? I'm late for the station. Walking, feeling ugly and worn, taking a breath to lessen the suspense. Another used up 21st century boy. It's all right with me. The pressure taste so good, how I hoped it would. Like shit. Down the street, stopping and going seeing a shadow that's not there. I stepped into my little, wooden boat. Oh Odysseus, yes yes take me down the river....At the end of the green river in a boat house of lights for lover; I travel blindly. For I trust perfect bodies. Forsaken and broken, how I will they see me? Sweet, drowning salvation. Down with the seaweed with the garbage, I'll wait for her.

A fish spoke; there must be someway out of here. "Look here, there's no reason to say and go through all that. Let us follow fate."

Where are my five believers?...You know now fish, I had love in the morning once...it was hard to say goodbye. And you know fish, a girl told me once poetry is writing pretty words for a pretty fantastic world.

And it's not like that is it?

No, nothing new. It's a beautiful dark forest to be walked through a sorrow crutch. A flower bending away from the sun.