2011-02-04 - 11:07 p.m.
Folks go bowling in groups
But every bowler must contemplate the release alone
As Brains are besieged by the urge
To say something that will span time
Visualizing strikes and settling for spares
The issues of the day have passed through
And then its off
To Dream again
The oneiric restoration period
Each night from 10 pm to 6 am
To sand out any abrasive diurnal moments
And the words are merely gutter ball air bags
One ball hurdles towards its destination
And we invented the machine to send it back again
