reflected image
the minutes and the madness
people with questions

sprawled out in wonder
that talk meant a lot to me
laying on the ground

I think I believe
for lack of reason not to
it’s a funny thought

entertain-less doubt
between the places and times
sand sifts and drifts up

ink on the brain line
follicles regenerate
forces of sound daze

control twitches off
under appreciated
living in the first