i have no idea

and you have no idea

what vulgar sentiment we each embody

these scripts are at the end of an edit

meditations within a sick madness

wish to escape

will soon escape

the release is no longer possible by chemical interaction

now, it's physical

the movement

the being

the existence is completed in a known shape

invite the neighbors over for brunch

realize not everyone has the stomach

this bile can choke the movements

we have grown to appreciate

as coincidence

there is no longer time to accept fate

behold the purpose

behold the mind
our mind
it is the future

by kevin walsh, 2011