This is where the unbelievable Is ordinary I crawled right inside Made 418 branches Out of 3 lines Saw the lights in the sky And left But it was all the smoke That chocked me up Travelling inside cemeteries Without a light Speak the word of the "sun" Without fear The frowns and fears melt like ice In a crowded chamber I talk to myself when you are Looking I take words and dissect them Into numbers You lose something with the thought But gain trillions with Slaughter house comedy The foul fowl swoops Down on the robotic river I own something that left me And returned once again The thrill of addiction Is lost down in hurricane country Who cares when you have To plant mines for a dollar? Will you be reading "the book" While drinking up the Salt water? Searching for words that I haven't found