Below is full POEM: I am moving... I'm a scruffy apparition in a land of ghosts, hair and clothes flapping in the wind, in a diluted sunlight my palid skin a-glow.

I am moving... with an utterly ungraspable determination I lazily, languidly lay intrusive thoughts to rest; badly bitten fingers stumbling blearily to rub the grubby temples of my wearily humming head,

I am moving.... hair tonsured by the razor winds I snarl as it bites and whips, then huddle further into myself, as melancholic madness grips. I am moving.... falling into mortared slashes, bright in a sharply-focussed mind, attaching to the scars, scabs and gashes, immortal wounds laymented finds.

I am moving.... emotional neglect seeping through my bones I dream of falling buildings breaking down walls of my own.

I am moving... Fascinated in a fossiliferous fury There is no other realm overlit, but for that place which scared but shining in glory fires the darkened heart in it's acidic heated kelm. I am moving... among the magma that intrudes my soul for want of a better specimen, my psyche throbs within the subterranean phenomena inside my skull and sacrid kin. I am moving... My brain fumes like javelins swarming like lighting sparks leaping over lakes of pain on splintered stilts hitting the landscape, smeared with bullshitted hurt - a place I call my heart. I am moving.