My mother groaned. My father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt. . Helpless and naked. Piping loud. Like a fiend. Hid in a cloud. . Struggling in my father's hand.
Snowbound for another day. Sunrise failed and faded away. Now I can't even see. The line between solid ground and sea. . The coastline doesn't exist. It just shifts.
Late spring rain, cool purple mist. Strawberries, big as a baby's fist. Earth is soft and it yields to pressure. The moon is far too bright to measure.
Window seats on bullet trains. Smear land into sky. Fear and sorrow coalesce. . Now Im trying to find that quiet place. Where living is breathing. Not knowing is understanding.
So long, goodbye, by order of the Pasadena Court. So long, goodbye, 500 milligrams are needed everyday. Held down by a pharmaceutical hand. Are needed everyday, so we can regulate.