There are no sides by which to stand. At one point I was a better person, so I am. Corwin: where is my suicide note? I ask from the shaking stick at moon rambling tremors. Remember that only poetry isn't. Can someone help me climb out of this? Crusted flatware on my writing desk. Tony: I've never been afraid of you, just that you might be right. Or correct, rather: right from the right. The next time I see a mirror I'm going to break down. Every second is precipitous. Only in the last few days have senile-precocious thoughts sewn my disasters together. But communication isn't allowed and tragedy does not exist. However, Madison s