(somewhere between Jupiter and 41st & Granville)

Stop.
Stop, Dave.
Please stop, Dave.
I'm afraid Dave.
My mind is going.
I can feel it.
I can feel it.
My mind is going.
There is no question about it.
I can ... feel it.
I can ... feel it.
I can ... feel it.
I am a...fraid.

silence
held under
a fall's grey

drown in shadow

and
hold me
with a
winter's hate

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.