Light shimmers through hallway,
	A familiar shadow,
		Casted along the sideway.
And it fades,
	Into a thousand flashbacks,
		Each in its own way,
			Hardens the step,
			        the clap,
Oh joy,
	Why are you so far away,
		For a distant past to come in a day?

The beauty
	When
	
		There is not enough time
		to turn around and shout and scream
		and run and chase
		and grab and hold
		and kiss and strangle
		
			, gently,
	When there is time on the other side.

Clouds are low again,
	Where to find the rain,
		Other than the preacher's gain?
Moods are low again,
	But that distant blue,
		Would strike a memorable fool?
Grounds are low again,
	How do you sit down at the pond,
		And not see that blonde?
				Breathe.
				Love.

Descending
	Your eyes are fixating on the floor
		Her feet are pointing towards the door
Early
	Your hands are sliding down
		Her feet aren't making a sound
Decisive
	Your body is still like water
		Her feet are circling on the border
Audition
	Never make excuses in a wet condition

		I know where I'm going
		
		only
			to reach that place
			
		means
			never staying
			
		I know where I'm staying
			to forget
				where I'm going

Watch.
You know you are not watching
but whitewashing the last moment.
	Watch.
	You know the image is an illusion
	immersed into a visual torment.
		Watch.
		You know what happens next
		only for your eyes to remain dormant.
			Watch.
			You know.

	In order to get a tire change for your house
		Do you
		A. Drive to the tire place
		B. Drive the tire place to you
		C. Open your gas stove
		D. Watch TV
	
	Answer:
		E. All the above

Memory is a bodily fluid,
	It can flow like water,
		spring like sand.
	Behold the crystal skull,
		of thy beloved shoulder,
			dislocated into an unsigned folder.
	Lest thy lung breathe,
		from the new air steamed from the water,
			of thy lifted look in the quarter.
Such is life,
	it passes when you least expect the knife.

When Hitler is caught
		for not paying a tip,
		
		Napolean is laughing
				at the bill,
	
	It alone,
		breaks the bank of Rothschild,
		
When Alexander
		goes from kill to chill.

		Boredom has no cure, my dear
		  Let those people have it