Crystal clear are thoughts
in the fog so grim.
Sleep in the day time,
stalk me in the pitch of night.
Early to rise.
After digging yourself in,
I'll pull you out,
once six feet in.
Anger. Lust. Devotion.
I don't agree with your emotions.
Too busy for you.
Too late for me.
I'll give it up
one time for today...
2001