I wanna play with plasticine.That's all.

I need the resolution to make a resolution and see it through. Then discard it, economically, ergonomically, ecologically. Half-life a second and then no more.

When I see a smile I should see more, or less? How do I take it, or does it miss and the rubber wall receive it like the sounds it absorbs so well?

I know, I don't guess.

Why, do I need to?

A hundred different little jobs just to stay alive - in your vision.

They are no burden either. They give me a mini-lift and amalgamate.

How much of an answer is given? How much is there if it is not there, save in essence? Or is it that which is, and so enough is enough?

Complement.

For one who has too much already.

Stand in a hall of mirrors and decry the sun for its abandonment.

If you rise to the challenge too well, some will say you are not who you say you are.
Perhaps they speak a truth you cannot be at rest with and so you deny them as they have missed that one fundamental point.

Though you have so many, still the insistence that you bring your bastard child is not understood when we are not you.

And one by one, we, I and I and I and... are but the mirrors as you are ours.

All it takes is for one to look away. As if any one could.