something contrary is distilled in me
its not really me, but what people said i should be
there is fire on my soul spredding
all trying to burn dinner's desire
the tranquil rests in ashes
the mind dragged in mud
we sit not with our breathren
and we only utter brother in times of distress
what of the you in me?


ive settled back in richomond and commenced this semesters studies. how much of it will i really need - all these electrons i will never see and thoeries to explain unnessary relations in the eyes of man?