steel shades sticky lashes hovering above pupil filled eyes where's the white can't avoid the eyes where's the white something else to look at to stare at anything to gaze to ponder to reflect to recall to ponder anything but the deep black pits of those forlorn blackened deep pit eyes and without a second passed slipping out from the lungs like air oozing from the mad dash crash of vocal chord friction comes grinding from the deep hollows within the apology...

i confess contend with my back upright and elbows back that i profess to suggest for the slimmest of minutes the most miniscule of moments practically particular and with particle points and many specks of dust-like time crashing on the stones that mark my path i will confess this confession that i do indeed like many others from time to time from minute to minute or second to lifetime i do digest the desire to retire to suggestions to confessions and as such i desire like you do too to digress and digress over and over and again and again until the very digression which marks my stones becomes the confession the suggestion the profession and obsession that gives birth to the shadows that flutter against my concrete mind those same ones fluttering with you offering to you uncompromising promises and all the joys of gold that come with tomorrow.