Went to an old town inside my mind where,
goofy games of chess went round in circles and
barstools were made of upside down galatic blackholes and
checkmate meant usual lonliness,
same pain too place tomorrow which the sun anticipates
in a completely different way than do burning ends of cigarettes and all
the lung cancers down the line are in charge of my dreams, but
I prophesize that the night will
be bright with the gold ofoldin the inn within.