streaming consciousness

stream of consciousness  A laughing clown filled the heavenly screen full of malic, behind him, men were eating children Wine and blood ran down their chests  they had the time of their life Freedom to exploit the weak and call it democracy  they were friendly and offered me a child's soft arm and thigh I shook my head, walked on to find my way home There it was, shining bright on a hill in the afternoon light The apartment bloc had no entrance  ropes hung from windows My flat was on the third floor, painted by a mad Russian who was eaten by wolves in the forest he painted I tried to climb up vital for me to get home I was too weak to slide down, and my hands burst into flame I put my hands in a bucket of water that turned into wine that I coolly drank A fire engine hosted by, I stopped the motor and asked for a ladder, they had no time to help so, many other hands-on fires that night I walked to the ever-lasting river, sat on a stone, listened to the universal language  I let go and became the river