he_is_not_there frAnk alone and lightening is flashing where i can't see, thunder is crashing but i don't hear. i run into the rain and it falls on everything but me. i am not there. 030708 ... crOwl he is here. he is inside me and he is hiding underneath everything others think he is. but he is so much different. he is like the drawings children make. big heads. round eyes. mouths open under a sun with a thousand rays. what does he say? "are we neverending? are we a circle that lives on? around and around?" he says. "what is the source i contemplate?" 050221 what's it to you? who go blather from