The seas do seem to be serene! The blues are trying hard to limn a false quietude on the red within… The Sun or Moon suspect no sin, the men who sail along the flow

Where do you go my friend in search of peace; to temple, park or cinema? How can you think you find that piece of lull;

Standing on the 61st floor, straight, confident with glitterin… ...felt as tall as that skyscraper ...yeah, eight hundred thirty thre… There’s nothing visible below