I remember the old town,
young days
their fear and panic makes less sense
now that I know more
and it never made sense to me at all
en masse like they were
it almost seemed like it was supposed to be
like their,our, their days were normal
but none of this is normal
is it?
ever ruthless and forgetful
it is.
ideas can possess, consume, destroy us.
those who control the flow of ideas, flow us off the ledge
halfway to knowing
halfway going
half way
gone
.
[( a dawn )] 