Insecticidean

For the 1st time today . I flew at this window . Feel the sun of the day . On the cool of my brow . But I smack up against it . & then I smack it again . And again, and again . Then I smack up again . Now it’s so dark & cold . In ..this dark corner mold . But I’m warm in the know- . ing that bugs just don’t know

Neither

And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind --- you're a rabbit on the run. And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye --- shining in the setting sun. Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like you're the only person sitting in the audience?

Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day. [~ Jethro Tull]

Precious.