Phillip

From a fly on the wall to a man standing tall from a shell on the beach to a wave of coherent speech I am stepping out of the shadow of childhood and into a responsible brain. surrounded by gray matter and sitting on the skull platter I have nothing but time to think and yet all I really have is this ink My thoughts are a precious commodity, worth more than gold. So I'm told. Playful dreams are complicated master pieces A product of this knotted up species We are the master and the student Searching for knowledge more prudent More prudent than the beauty and extraordinary life we encounter every day. What a shame All the same But who's to blame? Think out loud.