CaFFieNe DReaMZ. 6/27/07

In the dead of night
Blind flyers are we
That we don't give a shit
As to where we are heading
A chaos pool in deep blood
And amid amniotic fluid coming
Away from our first source of life.
Like flannel shirts in a garbage bag,
The constant flow of water reminds me
Of where I must go and I wonder
If I have ever breathed?

How much of this is falsehood?
How much have I been hurt?
All & None
or
None & All

I hope it's neither.