an abstruse and complicated equation

An Abstruse and Complicated Equation

Groping his way with one hand, and having the other firmly

a flower from the woods— A monster with a glass

existence has raised and has rased, but there has been no death

owing to his too affectionate nature, which craved for admiration

as nothing else in my life ever had. Now it ran nowhere but

I died and someone brought me back to life but never to my senses

of time and space, to postpone to some more convenient and fitting

sovereign as the Sun Resituated in the West And the Debate was

with the moves of the spirit. Each nail that sustains us I set here

so soon shadows would close in upon them, from whom they would

pull me back, for every night I went down deep, and if I had

I'll just need to get through this born in the darkness, who brings the 

fierce determination; and plainly showed, by the alarmed expression 

I carry with me—last—When I go out of Time—To take my Rank

each window possesses the sun as though it burned there on a wick

whose every movement now attracted surprised attention. Inwardly

you could make a kind of life that wasn't out of touch with 

ridin' you while we tryna catch a wave that's so sexy and I know 

no time for those now. I got to put in the hours so I can stay ahead.