By Request

Here is everything that was in my head at one moment, at one time. Flames of thought, burning bright, junping torch to torch in death, lighting dark recesses, buried beneath a coat of dust, being swept away, to be poured down the drain, as you question, these strange breath's that I call an answer, know that they are merely images, captured by a floating attention span, traslated to text, in my passing with a computer screen.