- Thursday, January 22, 2004
oh once again trapped...in the strongest static field...
fragile senses burn in agony...only thought has its own shield...
embracing the choiceless gloom...it grows again blind from the slime...
but the great, clever and weak...will always neglect the painful crime...
how can one desperately cry for...what the other carelessly fills...
wandering wrapped in delusion...but there are no red pills...
in the end both suffer...as both do the crops...
enlightened will smile and die...when the grey finally stops...
