Onward 

downward

upward

seams

or toil 

memory 

sinks

behave now 

seems

 right

like

the fly is 

growing

the

crow

flies

we are the 

seam

we try 

too hard

we block 

the clouds

we lift 

we sweat 

we toll

the bells

not for thee

not for thee

go now 

see the future

in the entrails

of the bull

the ides of December

 we grow 

like the sun

we fly thru space

at 600,000 miles

per hour

mote 

in the dust 

flaw in the 

iris

tell me 

now

where is Paris

the streets 

and swings

the 

random chair

I guess

what I'm saying 

is 

I need to 

get out 

of 

bed!