Broken thingsabound.Uses all used, so broken,broken thingsabound.Word things,literal things liebroken all around. Poco “Pickin’ up the pieces”I hear- this is not that, it’s justI have no soundtrak- stop from the journey that’s behind us, that’s behind us,the sound track of soul music,bubblin’in m’soul… how long? All day, all night Central casting said the authority has…

Plaintext in context, it all flows from the same source, but the rule is: You gotta know the sound of the song, it gots no words. We are alike,formed from the same basic set of stuff,line after line,thinking this is leading me and youalong, alike. We are alike,choosing to wonder if words were ever true,doodlingduring…

Edging past emerging mobs, the pointof life, a tempting, beingmade to pierce the veil. Polished, furbished, this piercingedgedivides the double minds…stroke, as an oar into current pushesflow to the pond, and whims rise流Early – kind ofanxious, I must mustrea-ad, yes re-ad reasonnonsensenonfame as opposedto infame – ryhmethymus inflamed with passionblame shame game lame 流  You…