Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.

I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating

There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,

And there is but One of It So then with no-one to delight The parallax is a radical explosio… of infinite variability with no known meaning or destinati…

Curling black from crematorium sta… tell me again the hoax of the soul… The cowl paces, pretends to be faceless, swinging silver

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,

I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,

Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.

The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,