tax man

The fury stopped yesterday, and I didn’t know. Nonstop revolution in destructive constructive circles, and I sleep. Today it was calm, even, collected, it slept. I lost faith for a few minutes, but what is faith anyways? Three, but only ones, kind of sad. Questions by a man in a suit covered by numbers causes confusion. Two is better than one he said. I replied that I agree if both agree. Numbers don’t lie he said. I know that one plus one is two, but if you don’t have the proper one’s you can end up with a deficit. I will not settle for a false two. A solid one is better any day. My mind is healthy and clear today; I can almost see the future. Black is not a color.