there seems to be
a disconnect
btwn reality and dreams - what
occurs btwn life
&
sitting on a ledge
acres upon acres of life
on my way
to corsicana -
at each house i stop
my thought. each cat stares back
i am an intruder to such existence
the many realities of right & wrong
the essay short. the grade imperative
at the moment - it all ends then starts again