double identity

if i try and think about it from your perspective; all that i want to be, all that i am vanishes; becoming a void. for two wane-waxing moons, I've dreamt up such strange ways.
first i'm a bird.
then famous for doing something impulsively absurd.
then water pours through my ceiling, and walls.
cracking open the bedroom and flooding the halls.
i wake up, only to speculate on what drug i could be on.
is it the alignment in the stars?
or the tilt of the earth that's got me spinning around
wanting the answer to this that and more


new page.

With a tornado full of possibilities;
where's next?