Each soul is a demon. No man is a soul until he is a demon. Love is the monster. Love is a mortal sample of immortality...

COULD YOU WAIT TILL FOUR ?

My understanding used to be like a stream
that easily described all along the bank as its
ken moved through the world.

When I entered, my vision became like ?
It flooded out over existence,
I know no limits.

The future I can now see with as much
certainty as the past.

If I stretched my arm its full length
I could caress any tone on my
Guitar in the universe.

"Could you wait till 4?"

For the passion in my playing
usually starts to wane by
then.