i

  Don’t underestimate it, what a person can do, their potential, if they had money and time, and the will to move their bodies,

  ii

  It can’t be denied, mental illness is a sort of logic, and under the right circumstances, it can save your life like magick,

  iii

  Being clever is just a way to move, a way to dance,

  iv

  When you experience a vision of yourself through someone else’s perspective, same place, where I would have placed it,

  v

  If you’re ever freaked out by an unlikely answer, you learned something weird or gross about someone, just know that the heavens have questions for everyone, who wouldn’t dare to answer, it’s simply what’s there, did you go knocking,

  vi

  Your skin tracks the life of your ancestry, flowing in your veins, the heavens watch the immortals who live on through your blood,

  vii

  Waiting for management, what a safe way to play it,

  viii

  When life hits you and reminds you you’re alive, what a terrible thing,

  ix

  The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

  Spring comes for all of us, and flowers are meant to bloom,

  x

  Why would god care to offer you anything, when he has all your dreams in a cup, all that echoed out, when he asked you a question, step by step, burrs, what’s up, oh damn, Rammstein, das night, dancing in the moonlight, live, laugh in the light, weird place to put it,

  xi

  My existence is dependent on the universe, and I don’t exist outside of its context, originality and a unique personality can only get you so far, my spirit is simply the latest transformation, in the lifespan of this energy and matter, when it is used up and I'm dead, it simply becomes something else,

  xii

  How wide is the range of human reactions, of feelings, from heaven to hell, it extends to the horizon, and travels as a wave, the summer, and the rhythm and beat of the river,

  xiii

  The game of life, who wants to touch that,

  xiv

  Reality doesn’t always mix with the echo of the truth,

  xv

  That’s my secret, I never know what’s going on, how believable, is the Twilight Zone on,

  xvi

  Does money not echo the truth of reality, the weight of your wealth, the coldness of the ground, and what comes with it, on this hot, hot day, so many fires, smoke is in the air, where is the moon, and the mirrors, where is Yuri, dreams and echoes, and the holy spirit, amen, Japanese folk dances,

  xvii

  Like water, stirred on because it wants to rest, soft like your breasts,

  xviii

  Energy is the name of the game, how long before you have to mate, moths who died but lived again, was it the span of the day, dreams and texting, Canadians, and Texans, is Alberta weirdly similar,

  xix

  Poetry is simply the excretions of the mind, yes, like your hair, pushing out, extensions, the expulsion of a person,

  xx

  My edges are all round, for my family,

  xxi

  When something happens,

  Gong rung, what was that sound,

  The echo and beat,

  Your mom's pants,

  xxii

  The question, waiting for an eternity,

  xxiii

  I'm a G homie, G, A, Y, deez nuts on my face,

  xxiv

  No one wants to dance, homie, I just want to pass,

  xxv

  Divination, blood in the air, is like tracking an animal through the woods, or what the clueless would use to seek it out, or what the faithful would have,

  xxvi

  It can all be considered as phenomenon, a reaction for when this or that happens,

  xxvii

  What was I saying?