strange when i think about it  well, that i should write of birds  and flying things  i always tried to avoid it  reminds me of dumb girls and bad poetry  well --- i'm not perfect...  i don't know why it moves me  maybe i'm going to die soon  a secret known only to  know only to not even me  i want to live forever  i fear maybe you don't  i fear that i will lose you  leave me here to carry on alone  that's why i'm not that surprised  that one has broken away  has lifted from the silent earth  and carried me away  hope you have your camera....  a crystalline set of dominoes  except not really crystalline  and sort of dominoe-like  but not really  life is a tall white building  lifting from the silent earth  it's carrying a message  carrying it away  i am only...  i am only...