Time is a lie

I do nothing.

I sing nothing.

I get all and

Let me go down for

Rewrite the torched line.

Time is a lie,

Creativity is a lie,

(influences, traditions, others) roots

are a lie.

The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall

not let it.

Always substance and increase

.... the talk of the beginning and the end

.... I see, dance, laugh, sing

.... and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Loafe with me on the grass.

Dialogue in italics 

Shallow blab sprawls on the crowd

and over....

revolving feet.

Time is a lie

of fathomless groans.