i_dream_myself pete "i dream myself a new bound diety send me down to new york city and i dont know why" mournful sunrises into the wakened eyes might today become what it only strives to be and pass into the heart of silence? "are we listening?" a clammer rises "as i laugh to myself as the tears roll down cause its the world i know" and i cry into the solid night sky, filled with azule dreams "and i don't know why so i walked upon hieghts and i stepped to the edge to see my world below and i laugh to myself while the tears i roll down cause its the world i know" into a past view passed the grave of a loved one long lost in the memory of a life i lived many years ago unaware of my place in this world and less aware that this world existed beyond the small town and glimpses of shadows ive seen travelling a few hundred clicks at most, mostly east "its the world i know" or is the world not to be known but lost in. i fall wilfully to heresy and embrace the pained thought of words gracing the page with invisible indelible ink that burns into my lungs the truth behind the words and the words hidden in empty truths preciously i declare a sanity over sanctity and wish the simplicity of simple anglo words to befall my poor unthought of hands as a day, at the most, an hour, at the least, fade to mercy and the days are counted and pass away at most at most, no, simply, at and i fall into heresy i awake within a shell and the shell takes over tries to direct the awakened self into a new pattern or the pattern of old and tries to direct and fit what is to be forced and moulded, only to succeed and break the will of the will hiding it behind hidden smiles 041018 what's it to you? who go blather from