Wednesday, November 28, 2007

prosthetic imagination

Remain with me; clear, shine;
I dont need beacons, this tube shall take me there.
Give me nothing, and I'll take neither.

In my steps, I shall stop for none.
They never did for me.

Leave now, dont ask more,
I am stripped, naked, ready,
For you, for them, for anyone
Shining, clear.