it couldn’t be. it could be. 
it couldn’t be. it could be. 

straight down the line toward infinity.  

spoken words waiting for us to see.  

see, sleeping tripping dreaming beaming 
scheming seeming and just believing is 
relieving to the duck 
rain rolls right off its back.  
how do we get back on the right track?  

it is not a matter of simple observation.  
it is not the choice beverage of champions.  
 

white covers ground all around. 
thoughts of a final destination