A rebel without a clue.

Actionless action Thoughtless thought Knowing knowingless Perception perceptionless Dao is I. Empty and plan. Metaphysic kept our proverbials warm Consider it inconsiderable, All the tangle means nothing All the worlds words are a logical mess. Fury is a firebrand livid flamed Upon a star it burnsout; ending This was never Yet departs Eventually blank: We drift without a candle.

Leaves are yet not willing Straining to rejoin the form And hold up autumn Still standing green. Glowing grateful grin Shining sun sing Slowed in perambulation. Emley Mast slices A westering sun Spicy glows fronds Wait in rows Come down the valley Clinging Branches pointing Home. Leeds City workers are autumn thieves Sweeping up the fragile ends, Along with cigarette butts, Of leaves withering dead. A strip of moon cupping vapour Thinning clouds present Blue, where spiders do weave truth. Instance death Waves body dance Outward ripples An ankle twists Celebrate life. See the mad? They suggest insanity, Being their residence, Is a form we know not. #1 Rich. Never matter. Material is nothing. Bent. Nailed too. Occluded detritus. Included atrophy. #2 Piled up before. A beast who preys. On those who pray. Totem. Lustful licks.