By J.B.     swallowthemoon@angelfire.com
Date: 25 September 1999

crazily

Around this dying tingle
I try to stay, warm my hands
This flowing is not smooth
And I am losing, you're going softly
But I think its all in my 
Waxed over world, can't see clear
On the outside there are explosions
And it streaks lighting and fire and hate
And I circle around:
The inside, then out
And you are never there

Most people leave when 
They see they are 
Fighting by themselves or 
Swinging on a porch swing alone
Not me, I don't give up
Like a dog chasing her tail
I go round, round, round again
Always hoping you'll be there
Why are you a secret?
I will call you by your 
True name: Mr. Contradiction