The sky is white. br I am afraid. br I feel tiny crocodiles br swimming in my veins. br br br My furious little mind br fills with greedy-eyed br mosquitos and insomniac children, br with noise and toil and br hurricanes of shame. br br br I feel the presence br of a murderous Czar. br br br The rain falls like knives, br like shadows boxing, like br a slow parade of undertakers. br br br The dead are all anonymous br and identical. Those once mighty br are now the breakfasts of maggots. br An endless geometry: br fate. insane with desire. br br br When I move, br the fog moves br with me. br br br I smile. br br It's almost br what I wanted.