Tasting the smell of grilled hot dogs on

Calculating all endeavors made in the past, as they all flow before me, passing by eventually.Loosening every tie that binds me along the way, separating the past and placing it in rhymes of concern.

taking over many ideas of somnolent pastimes, asthey juxtapositionally turn away from so manysimilar thoughts.Practicing almost totally in the dark, reaching outto grasp onto potent, poignant topics as theystretch beyond reach and lift me out of dire straitsI find myself in.Taking time as it comes, singing of it’s joy on verylonely days.

set in times of imaginational space for appointed points oftactile existence.