blueprints in wastebins to birthmarks and dead ends   the warmest regards to the gate and the toll   this asphalt is listening to crosses roll over   as waterfalls dance off the ends of the earth      "being born is like being kidnapped and sold into slavery"      i'm losing myself and finding my mind   but in time i'd see that it wasn't my mind   wouldn't i mind to see a time   when i'm finding myself and losing my mind      feverish and craving are these cherished conceptions   of where we just might belong   plugged into your walls   the angels in your hall wait to be taken apart