Before mindless turns to Madness it revolves around a little circle of light. . .

when the fuzzy beans turn to steam and the little things turn the screens its all up to mindfulness without motion and devotion without any negative notions, It's to raising glasses and shattered classes its the serene delivery of all your anguish in one lonely step its the negotiation between whats inside and what it takes to keep it all for the motion of simple notions and all for the tidings that brings new glories to the tables of those well fed by relentless restlessness and those looking through to end of another glass to substitute the reminiscence of that which where meant to destroy and by the graces of each breath it shall remain . . .inept. yet contributed to its devices in a singular moment of distraction the birth of this little fraction a multiple of void emotions unbounded through mindless oceans. . .