Not

Where does it come from? The freedom of saying

Just...anything...that...comes....to.....mind....

Using it, they say something about loosing it....

Try me.....Yes the dots separate us....just like

The used thinking, burned synapses that you probably

won't get back this lifetime anyway.....firesale....

I say, carpe diem has never rang this clear.

The Buddha walked this Earth. He did things.....

I walk this Earth....I do things......we are the same.

Blasphemy! Travesty! How dare you!......How dare you?

Not.....The dots separate us.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©