[Funkduder]

Three months and Three digressions ago, a classy man once stood here.
Facing out.
On an adventure.
On a quest to find friendship.
And though through the days, toil,
through the nights I saw visions
of a sleepless being
of an oracle,
not an oracle
a thing beyond the norm
beyond walls of death
and lands with borders and geography
and friendship
a relationship beyond petty gives and takes
...an illusion

but perhaps not within my authority to discuss in the stream of consciousness
Sirrah, get me a miss Roomie...
nothing...
a silence...
a word in the wind
"darkness"
darkness...
darkness in the deep