Where Are The Feasts We

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

Windows Work Two Ways, Mirrors One Way. You Never Walk Through Mirrors Or Swim Through Windows.

Man, I'm Sick Of Doubt.

There's Nothing Wrong With Being A Large Mammal.