7/9/2005 C.E.

This universe is my own; I seek

To create that which has never been before.

(Beer)

I wander these roads that have been inlaid into mine brain over the long years of my journey;

They become illuminated like in the days of old, where monks bring light to a god long dead.

What is this in mine head?

It slooshies its way through the corridors of my hands to the pages beneath them.

(Wonder)

Weeping to find that elusive truth, I love it, you- my first love of ever after.

This moonstruck thought happens ever so often.

Snort about this; don't regress into darkness.

(Seer)

This is like a pier along the heart of mine ocean; these stars

Will go on just as they've been till the end of time.

This place (in that which) I go, will surprise me at every turn; help me

(Stars) to see that my dreams are not ripped away.

(Asunder)

This isn't the first time I felt out of time, this won't be the time I try to rhyme; my teachers

Taught with humanity, unlike, but some in the vast part of my sing-song existence upon the plain.

I laugh at the yarn I can spin, laugh and yawn for I get tired so easily- I'm all ready

Inside that place I wish to be, but since it can change at a moment's notice, I take only

What I want to my countenance.

(So hard, so hard, between the light and the darkness- we need both to teach-

But we need to be grey to reach beyond it)