Writing off the wall, on some sheet of sorts, splatter of nothingness, paint chips sands of time (hail from beneficence?) but I've read in between these lines (not!) just memorized splattered out nothingness for my own sake, shaken by destitute times, dire straits, frightened of what I may become, disappointed at what I haven't already is a time these decisions should have broken ground in this miry clay (What shall I do with Jesus?) no one listens noone (has passed) hears silent cries I'mpertinent, audacious, inTimidate, caustic in my own embirthed (bittered) acid, siphoned out just ciphers, can't figure this gravity pull (pushing back against tide, jumping that waterfall, salmon) but what if reality were all it were cracked up life is just a vapor but, for a vapor, it's pressure belies its time, dpdepression sits in on my chair, highest calling lowest times, dark times, I feel turgid from inhaling the pompous smoke of fool's talk yet I reach for angel's whispers...what has happened will not be always...