Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

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

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention