in which he writes
I was born at night, but not last night.
I so very much want to align myself
with the bottom of each page
like he does in here.
How to fix things on a rainy Saturday?
The end is always the end.
We know this much
or wish we did
drinking the silly world in
like I would be right now
if it were nearly seven years ago.
What a silly world
full of confused
honesty. It is
very condensed.
But this is its gist.
