I am complete now.We are a Perfect Circle.In the transcendental sense~whatif'sifwhat's.The poster says there is something inside me.With one eye and a weird smile.My demon.My scar.Healed.But such wounds remain.What is the end of time ofnowwherebeyond?Emptystomach-hallucinations.Fullstop of a F.U.L.L.S.T.O.P. I lie down defeated on the elvenpath.

WEdnesDay

Tired Of being weary

Weary of being innocent.

Just wish this helplessness would cease.

I can see the mountain beyond the gray treetops.

And I can walk for miles in the wet dust.

Just wish this meaningless blur of activity would end.

It's an upside down midday.

And the coffee's gone cold.

My fingertips ache.

To express.

[The real purplesqueness].