amalgam somebody moon burns out the stars twinkle fast and i wander around glassy eyed thinking of the past.. and i wander by and greet the ghosts that come out of the walls to raise their toasts.. and i sit a while and talk to a clear eyed clever fox.. she says this place is grand and neat, yet, i reply, hell, it's my home. i should know. and i wind up staring upwards from bed towards the moon.. 040305 what's it to you? who go blather from