Hardly a lucid rant
am i a man. do i know wisedom do i know freedom do i know love i am a boy sitting in wallows of confusion frustration hunting now, and my prey is of course truth. each thing that carries the scent of richness with potential to quench this undying, raging hunger is ripped to shreds by illogic and never one morsel finds it to the back of my throat. damn these cursed peoples. damn their bleeding...
head stones she swallowed
i once waged a war on a ocean of urges,
I protect my vulnerability with erratic movement,...