ekzam

don't really like writing intelligably, it just bares too much for the world to see. don't really like being told, never liked being bold. ahh, the world for my insecurities. ok, the coherence stops here.

sometimes; the round humdrum is
just too much for me to bear.
sometimes; the bright midnight;
the great nocturne,
will be such a sanctuary.

to those who care.

really sometimes; rarely be.
reeking wrecks;
and
fragrant rot.
come see the
fatality
'round us all,
rounds all us up.

for such is the r'llrcoaster.

the machine rages on,
where it goes.
nobody know.
where it wants to go;
only it knows.
where it leads us;
the foxes know.

white drapes and fancy fabrics;
see not why
rough cloth
suffice. we are all
part of the same
hypocrisy.

be not naive;
be not sad; be not happy;
for there is none
there is no-one.
happy is a
revelation that
happy is empty.

there is none-be
and there will be none-for.

let us all;
sing
with one dissonant
voice.

that voice; ahh
the sweet sound
hark!

and you shall hear

the empty
universe sings back
in grave, lonesome


folly.


::::::greatness slips us by::::::