I feel it closer so as the touch questioning my being, focused on a template I refuse the urge of the inhabitant, so much as we were constructed …at the edges of the silence that suddenly roars in to the depths I think I heard that echo, subsequently seeing the shape it took; so don’t you ask over and over and over again
I’m just an alien after all, your just a human after all...don’t put the blame on me..
(from my midnight writing session)