Argumentation

We dance and there is a feeling of death
that comes without creeping
it is the death of image
the re
newal
of the inside eye

Tell me of travels
o you troublers
or trouble your travels
on my door step,
whats the difference?

Make me a mean man
that way
i cannot feel so much
or so little.

We just want to be even,
remember.
remembered.

The breeze blows
and the light hesitates
before growing dim