As I go away, I realized. How un-fortunally missing
is every-one who chiselled, the bits and pieces, away from me
As I longed, and dreamed of all. Those silly: Things. Matters not.
I used the only survival sign. I cannot express. Not any-longer.
The dept, what I have been today. At his request, I ask for one rail
of remedy. Anger and air. Just how insecular is I.