Changes sweep through my fog .

Their light so bright .

It only reflects into the ethereal distance.

If the world would only use the dimmer switch.

Please turn in the low beams!!!

Dulled , yes the edges aren’t quite like razors.

Details , does the devil really reside there?

Personal experience shows the lack of precision is where

Diabolical reason begins.

Fast , things move at breakneck pace.

Just a taste ...

The necessity of the need , the fuel for greed.

From east to west , life always travels the same.

Many of my actions have been contrary to 

what youth longed for.

Now it’s an oil slick shining from a puddle.

Like a stiff drink , things get muddled.



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