Flourescent tubes, ears and in the mouth and you do.
Rest area, ducking out behind the men's room.
Left the one to search for 99 the shepherd can't use.
Ruined by a stretch of images and passages that I can't use.
So far, so good.
Into the yard, straight to the barn and up hill.
News of the world hiding out behind a wagon wheel.
To know the only thing to know, that watching it will change it.
And all I want is not to want and not to rearrange it.