The Endlessness of Nothing

The start or St.Art?. but where? on the corner by the neon sign? under the clock at Waterloo when it's striking nine? the third eye is my guess but I improvise and devise ways to bolt lightning to the floor and always always want to do more. easily distracted I dismantle tall building abseil from mountains and fire on four cylinders, the Saint paints in the missing figurines as the menagerie dreams on.