MY FOGGY LOGIC'S A circular arc Underneath the hollow stairs leads along to my dingy arena Hot prickling tears sweep down my shadow fire crackles to life shutters down the winter but not my cold inside My knees quenched My hands bounded I sit with my stress on my lap.. The glittering party has begun The soul within the frail body is chatting aloud; better than a techno myth With the creator high above The satellite signals Through the complex logic's are working all, with a time bound Still mine is a foggy one The receiver is busy ignorant and lost I have lost a nut might be a wire I struggle hard with my log of fire As the wind is blowing The party is over I have struggled through one more HORRIFIC night... -khushi