M: You know there's a shaman group in Murray County?

T: You mean Satanists?

M: Well, heathens, for sure.

T: Well, if they're not worshiping the devil, I'm not interested.

you roar in my ear, keeping my mind stirring
you will not cease, i'm trapped and sleepless
except that i will move to find peace, yanking myself from beneath you
i leave with soft bundles of us piled high in my arms
step by step with care, down and down
to the couch to dream dreams
i only have when you are not near
a maze of upside down door frames
and characters soon written out