I can’t tell the difference anymore Between night and day, Between the black and white birds. Checker and chess squares. The sky and the floor. They just seem to blur into one another. Like friends and brothers, Lovers and others. Between wrong and right - and left. Between Bass and treble - clef, Sodom and Gomorrah, Man of the people and Kings, I can’t see the difference in anything. I’m so absorbed with myself Like a sponge. Cake - let them eat all. Turning the dial to a station I can Tolerate The Sun The Moon Almost anything that revolves Into something greater. The sum and it’s parts and parcels. Time to part the sea. Into something greater than me Day murders night in its’ sleep. Was day sleepwalking again? Was night trying to put up a fight? I don’t recall but The birds seem to be going their own way now.