Traded a lead role in the war for a walk-on part in this cage;

Turned in my infinite connection for a no-liner on one stage.

The quantic and its family can’t keep track of me no more.

Serendipity thinks I’ve left her; there’ve been no knocks at her door.

At one point life got separated from dream

And the magic just let go and slipped away at the seams.

The fractal’s cracked, the mechanic’s gone blind

From all the domestication chemicals flowin through that mind.

What’s the point of freeing a bird that can’t remember how to fly?

Will I ever know that peace? Guess I will when I die.

March 2013