These thoughts now rhythm
Are reproducing in fractals
My heads been blown, torn, its going elemental
The minds been sharpened, been straightened and stapled.
These Klaxons are just fractions to me
That’s entered my life; birth since three.
Desires deep and dark, full of pity
Pack up, leave, make on ward, a new city.
These klaxons are just fractions
Thoughts were rhythm
Exploding if fractals,
To me. (c)