Whatever was left,

what didn’t get deleted.

Put it right out in the middle so it doesn’t get knocked over,

so it can bee seen for miles and miles and miles an miles and

lies and lies and lies

mirages and mirages and mirages.

My extremities haven’t given in yet,

they are still out too lunch,                as a matter of a fact.

and we can go basking in the relaxing,   phony, hard-to-come-by sun,

In non-notion,

sinking deeper, instead of bleeding out chapter by chapter,

deeper and deeper into character,

for miles and miles and miles….