Sone weird things are going on - I'm upset and the brim of the landscape is spilling over- keep only what you can take with you and then someone will find the rest of your treasures and throw them away. Forgiveness in spite of pain- why must there be so much stuff and garages  galore- stuffed for more and more- stuff the mortal enemy of my soul stuff the cracks I've filled to be whole- cant I even get away from you for a minuite? Is there no more reprieve from the heat of my saunter the slut in the night that makes your head wander----

Have I forgotten peace and the valley in the lily of the night- am I darkeness or I am salted just right- where is this escaping I was going to do one night- now shackled by the chains of papers and truths.