I sit here it is 4:00 Should I say it? Death occurred to me And the fit over bounded My physical thought As I lie here It must be my underlying thought

Know now where it comes from Know now where abstract starts I sit here, I lie here It is 4:15

And I should say it Out in the open, under the stars Rebounding in my physical body My non-existing into The snows of abstract flesh

That flood with light my sorrow