| beneath accidents of history, insignificants, and a gold piece is promised to each; it's waiting at the end of the rainbow. a follicle in the blonde twisted chaos of her institution. it's too late~ the page has already been torn out, a little older and I could have been there(twice) this is just a negative you see, an immigrant wandering through her country, (or only a dream) turn on the lights as you leave, so i can be found grounded in the earth (beneath) |