I'll hit my head against the wall until I'm tuned in to...
THE IT
It's poetry. We all pursue IT
FIND IT!
FIND IT!
Shantih shantih shantih...
The shimmer of the morning cold
seemed to stroke its fingers across
my late morning dream.
You turned towards me,
...
The dust bowl of my poisoned breath
The tepid low narcotic test
The tempered brain falls from the nest
The captive tied a King in jest
...
Our play is made up of four different stories,
laid in different periods of history,
each with its own set of characters
...