he thought he'd solve it all if only if only for a moment he could watch - free from reified thought conditioned mind succumbing to abstractions morning sunbeams hanging from an unending sky see past the artifice get on the fucking plane and change your life they promise, smiling as they give evidence at the court of crossroads the moment he lived it, truthful it became, then, grey and unvarying as murmuring life-denying monotony, in 'becoming', universal truths reverberate through the circuit of neurons circumvent beauty and cut to the heart the slate grey meaningless matter he employed each coffee bleak morning to immortalise deeper meaning on yellowing paper...