despite my superstition i took the graveyard road. the omens explanation was my dues were over owed. and once i started toward that empty naked city i heard a secret in a grove of holly trees. i'm never going back to where i've been before unless i know for sure that weight won't disagree with me.
i'll always be the gadfly. a hundred years from now i'll look into your mad eyes and ask you when and how. i never meant to disrespect that wild city dream and when i left i realized nothing's what it seems. when the wild flower patches lead you past the stone can you foretell that going out from distant places leads you to your own?