2005-09-05 -- 2:49 a.m. Simply recovering if I’m not depressed, Mashing buttons racing thoughts, If I’m not hard pressed, Clever will be nothing, If I don’t have anything to be it with. Smart, Out the door again, Flights, Out the corner of your eyes, Am I just a passing thought? Am I just something passing in the wind? Questions, gated under the burning red, Predicting sun. The Tower falls, Yellow and red, Out through the mouth, Into the skin, Walking beneath my feet, My fortune untold. 13 seems to be, Residing on page 111. All three’s. Even I can see Death. Even I knew when. Not even that will, Become my bolstered, Emotion, Not even that will, Foretell my, Hacked Magician. All this under infinity. Handled atop the table, Dealt what should be dealt. Card after card, Telling me the truth, Truth I cannot forget. Forgive me, Again I ask of you, Of everyone, Who ever this means anything, too.