crazy lovely friend Stu wrote this poem. Check it out, but hold no biases…
She looked at me, inquisitively.
Merging, scouring through the deathless murkiness
which lives, never dying, in spite of sorrow.
Thinking, whatever passes
can not but demonstrate what an
finding, slowly, my nemesis;
Discursion, philanthropy, how can this
be ME. Now. Why does it rage
incessantly. Provoking lies and outrage
sage and following my LIFE.