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the limit of patience lies
in the start of a scream.
once that is reached you
are impatient and hence criminal.

i am impatient and pensive
i am restive and soulful
i am impatient and criminal.

Dreams

There goes my little bee
A small wee bit of sleep
Out to search for honey and dreams
A little drop of nectar to feed
Babies and egoes.

Shining in the yellow sunlight
Stripes of clear clouds swallow
Blue skies.

Please let my love grow in
Shards of glass, shine in every mirror
Soak in honeyful catacombs
With all the babies and catacombs.