how far would you go to see your Self,
what's really in there, your permanent quest
ionic clouds of negation fright
would eye land on every shelf
ask as you must and find and find
searching whats-it grinded bind
back to places that you were
covered up with wilder fur
colder faces revenge set
hateful mirror not well met
singing praises not one bit
farses notting 'sumption shit
which was wayward I was once
you makes we were carried thus
two and fours were three from ones
offset schemes of struggled grays
Roman Ryan 