Clouded
Dan Seta
my brain is slow
to catch up with all the joy
it's everywhere
clouded by only filth
i've left a trail of bodies
in my wake
up to ?? ??
through all these years
about the wrong way
to get around
i don't remember when
i left the ground
there is a lot of homework
let's settle down
from the passing storm
there are we
two dreams have reached
every nerve ending all
possibilities
for a spectacular
floral choral moralistic light
