So back after highschool I was into writing poetry I knew it was a dead art from the start. But I wrote books of it and had some songs...

Far below the space above The clouds that roll and the wind of dust. Castles of stone and Houses of mud Building of glass that tower...

One day I was walking downtown in the city I was born in and I ran into an old friend I used to work with. He told me he was thinking of...