in fact i may feel lost
in practice to be found is relative
in reality no thing matters
but every thing and in choice

it is a matter of action


i fool myself being hungry for answers
though answers glance as just another
last lost lust
what i do do
or do not do
or what i must not must

or only to must must


there has been few years of practice
fooling round around in gardens filled
with herbs of conviction
convincing in
predicitions of new memories to be had
though new lessons taught by failure is so
that life has no thing to be said

i went on with my fellow failures
like a mad hatter
putting my self
un devotedly to test by test,
asking for questions to regress
a life long confess of those
few years in practice

now less is more
we all know we know there is none of those core structures
i can build and embody
loose and let lost

in fact it is all a matter of action
my time haunted down by distress
society has won over

my highly capable gut mood and brain level

i plan in time
to take it back
in fact

i will be found
and shall be released
it is all just a matter of action