The thought took hold of me slowly,
As it can only to the drugged,
During welterweight spring in Bloomington, Indiana
Where words pour out of the assembly hall doors,
And you have to sweep them, supervise them,
They are unemployed, it just took
A telepathic message from my mother back home
Bought cheap by Judas under angered power,
Clouds, My safe, cushy life
Took egalitarian form and I just thought,
If I just don’t want anything bad,
If I never want anything that’s wrong,
I will be fine,
.
And then the thought of what I wanted
Took papered, sparrow shape
And fell
Under the wisping hint of wind
And I was taken by that before me,
Never to be the same again,
A walking taxonomy flood.