IT started out gradual like most scarring disease,
the die-a-gnostic:
my regristration, that it was inside of ME
i try to compell it, to do my biddings;
but taming it
is like taming a lion:
eventually it attacks me,
it lashes,thrashes,
burns and throws, images FOREVER
LASTING,

it's hard to forget but yet i lose myself
time isn't the same. I am differed from the rest,
I AM a thought in forever ponder:
i wonder if i ever get any rest,
the thinking man i be
the thinking man i will
the thinking man i have
the pose will never get old.