Motivation

Now that I killed the cat, I know. Your crystal-diamond look: My opium, my dope. Now that I told you, The words can't stop Flowing and oozing. Like that volcano of a century. You are now to me: My axis, my epicenter. You remain that dream with Joseph's absence. I still am fascinated. Running short of words was never part of the deal. One things stands out: I found my ribs.