It's the smell of hot summertime trash, it's the city noise of a busy street it's a train derailed and two car head on freeway crash each time we meet and if it comes as some sort of surprise, she said that I seem so composed, I've kept this moment closer to my eyes, she said, than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose.
shadow am I! a question of a person, no said reply wolf am I! and shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by shadow am I, or like a wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks wolf am I, and shadow.
she was grace and green as a stem, but I walk heavy on delicate ground
(((...as I go showing off again,self impressed by how well I can put myself down!! and then go again, to the next further removed level of that same exact feigned humility!!!)))
[this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea]
shadow am I! like suspicion that's never confirmed but it's never denied Wolf am I!
(((no, shadow I think is better, as I'm not so much something as the absence of something)))
So SHADOW AM I! the material world seems to me like a newspaper headline- it explicitly demands your attention and it may even contain some truth and what's really going on here?
one day the water's gonna wash it away and on that day, nothing clever to say.