My own face, oh, feels different today!
Last night I dubbed on my silky moisturizer
just seconds away from the end of my

As I have this vision
I sing, with only the walls to listen
then a flash, a beam,
it is me
overjoyed, content, in a forest with

My brain's intricately woven spaghetti junction of neuron megabytes
Synapses creating pathways to the memory I have now in

I was once the xylographic goose
Defined by the emptiness around me
Soaring in the alabastrine essence
Cut into life by my

The Compassionate Man

Maturity has taken my passion,
For making an implacable stand.
No more do I dance in the street in the