It often makes sense at the time
But afterwards the pain reminds you of sense

Clearance to gaze out to the stars
Coming in for landing
We behold the heavenly beauty
At our fingertips
Tis nice to lie into the hillside
And stare back at the universe.

I'll polish up my soles
And leave them full of holes.

I am employed to be
The lab vulture.

While the small tethered boy
Flocked merrily to the plane
His eyes alighted like the springing rain
The slumbering mind-sloth shared
His stinging pain
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.

With his feet so gentle
And his aptitude so quick
He delivered himself with nary a flick
Of the porcine jaws licking
The corpulent corpse
The past was sticking
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.

Arg. I berrate you Matthew. Laziness is no answer. Official edtings for the book started this day.

Sometimes finding what the answer is, is more important than what the answer is.