No No No No No To Titles Poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore

van morrison's astral weeks on again
i sit and let the music speak to me
set me free, in this penitentiary holding on to me
in here time is taken easily, it's all there be
each of us looks for ways aplenty to hurry hurry
to the very end of this sentence, finish this penalty
the music, the books, each other's all we have, us and we
it all makes so much sense here to me
i pray you'll never understand and see
please please please