I Was Playing Catch With The European

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law

Whatever You Have To Say, Leave The Roots On, Let Them Dangle And The Dirt Just To Make Clear Where They Come From.

There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No Such Many As Mass, There Are Only/ Eyes In All Heads,/ To Be Looked Out Of.

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.