Beetles and tapeworms
The building remembers PPR
But I can have a cable
There is just one camera
Hospice for crazy people
The beetle rolls his ball
There is a lot of unknowns
As well as a lot of
Plain open passages
Grain of doubt hurts the heart
But I will live on
Like an experienced passenger
On the Milky Way high way
For now I inhale open space
In between i smoke cigarettes
The tapeworm consumes it’s victim
Slowly but consequentially