Like seepige from a can of spam
blurbering oozing distortion of malice
end the begining with a blank page
return to the realm of the perposterous
narrowness of the soul/heart fall as tears of pity from the worldly wise
dare enter the world with promises of risky openmindedness
or fling fantasmic delusions to defend the fears of adventure
like a pair of well worn undies into the face of disbelief
I suck myself alone in the dark with neverminding concerns