April 23 1998 Ryan's B-day tomorrow.

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Seeking to master,
in lifes peristome seas..
even me, and I mastered all,...
And there is nothing left to set the stage,
and nothing left to wipe the table clean.
I walk in broken conquest,
and I have not changed a soul
Maybe I would not......
tattered in a rag of Indi dye.
the parlor wasn't the only one to see the way she weeps
to tangle with the freedom of the die,
and tremors wallow in mine eyes
To rest or lie is killing me.
to hate or love a wall instigates greed.
and to be a wall,
Then I wane to open seas,
to sail adrift, a castaway on forgotten seas,
an inverse periscope from diverse consummated seas
To be a wall,
Archaic,
protecting long lost desert reads.
and to sail adrift atop the devils seas.