When you've been so tilted, how could you be afraid. How could you feel unravelled if you couldn't know your claim to blame. You wouldn't know your shadow. You wouldn't know what breaks when things collide.

And you can't say...

And the whole thing just keeps spinning around...

At home you don't tie things to your feet...

Get out

Get up

But get back to us...

Darryl Erickson ©2003