I AM ALIVE

WHO are WHO are WHO ARE WE ?
WHAT are WHAT are WHAT ARE WE ?
WHERE are WHERE are WHERE ARE WE ?

blissful bathing behind sun-soaked eyelids my own blood spins and swirls 8 in bed with 8 stacked upon 8 to a pleasant hot water hum and T. you gave me this blood you gave this blood JUSTICE i know not curves of yr face i see Z. and warmth swells feel for future glistening beckoning to be made once thought opportunity out of reach but now it tastes so sweet oh what to do and where to go? who will help? egyptian dreams speaking with hands scrawled upon parchment ("Aunt Bev") and Bird so fragile. disintegrating? alive. Hobo panther so soft and blue calm content. far off dreams of Madame Urbain and A NEW LEAGUE. poor harold, you'll wake up soon !