words run out of time and we ran out of time and
facing the inevitability of the end we strolled through the grassy earthworked damspace
arm in armed fashion and without the intent the plans made disappeared and we followed nothing
the buddha can damn himself
krsna too
god,sj can leave me alone
at a time there was the pleasure of the vastness of nothing
replaced with the sometide of non-pleasure
and when i woke up without the sting of the mourning in my eyes i was happy and you were too
trumpets
trumpets
trumpets
call forth the misery of the fall of the empire