I stood up today on top of the apartment complex roof, and I shouted, “Wake up oh sleeper!!” I felt the primal anxiety of bearing myself, a fool, in front of others, a holy fool in front of the judges. And they came to their windows, the tribunal council, the keepers of the law. They have no legs, their stomachs growl at them for more meat, they have masks for faces and paint for smiles. I see through it, their sick fashion wiles. I tear it to pieces, to bits, for it’s temporal vanity. It passes into nothing.
The police were below and they yelled up to me, but I ran off and came here. Trying to clear my head now journal. So much rejection so far.///