[gnosticy 17]
i dont particularly WANT to
meet all my deamons...
the near-skeletal-corpses
rotting away in my closet(!)
but circumstances prevail
&
previous stupidities mount up...
revealing choices...
(and ive obvously done a
FANTASTIC
job at those so far, hmmm?!)
but the closets' stench could reach
unbearable
what matters
now
(all)
is when

[spooky]
the ghosts' freeze us
with time we've passed;
tentacles deep---
into the doubtful hearts we have
memories of haunt & spice
we hold...
but, why?
---ive asked many,
none know