peel apart the layers of confusion

hidden transparencies; sending out smoke signals to the like-minded others, faces lit by the moon. this earth is a giant vessel of millions of floating souls. big wide world, till the land according to the seasons. big empty room, tiny old man. he has lined up his successes, peer through the glass, get an eyeful of a life. it hurts to think i have burdened you, for i thought this was a fity-fifty deal. it's plausible she is simply destined for failure, inherent to her being; she needs destruction like americans need their starbucks.