eclipse of the rye
the cliffs by the rye
the a**umption
that any of this matters
is the a**umption
that all of this matters
and the a**umption
that nothing gets through
the catcher
peeled back the night sky
something else stares
through our eyes
as shadows move
breach the other side so...
if a body
catch a body
fell through worm holes
in my head
lunatic wig
created this myself...alone.