This poem was originally typeset in uppercase.
§ One
YOU ARE
TELLING ME
THAT YOU
CAN MAKE
IT
THAT
WE
CAN
BUT
I AM
NOT EVEN
SURE
OF THE COLOR
OF THE
SKY
§ Two
WHO
MADE ME
A HERO
WHO SAT
ME DOWN
HERE
FOR A SOLILOQUY
OF BURNT
SAND
AND MULTI
LIMINAL
DESPERATION
WHICH BRINGS
US
TO
§ Three
ALL
IN ALL
SOMEBODY ELSE
IS PULLING THE STRINGS
IGNORANCE
IS SUCH A NASTY
WORD
IN THE LANGUAGE
I HAVE TO GO
NOW
§ One
I WILL GO
TO SLEEP
THINK
ABOUT
YOU
I
WILL