Unbidden Memory

This one goes out to the sarapes of Saltillo, state of Coahuila, New Extremadura. High pressure should move, so why won't it? Don't tell me we are or are not the ghost in the whether machines. Tell me I'm nothing and I was never worthy and I never will be, if you want me to believe it. I won't speak on love, some say it is but a dream, a shared delusion, but I think they need their fluids changed. The poisons are backed all the way back up into their brains, and they got it all and them some, twisted on a chemical stick; and that's no kind of light, in that kind of darkness. We live in the world of the blanched.