Breath into the lungs. Breath escapes. Breath enters. Escapes. Tired, my eyes want to close. They want to expire the night. They want to dream. They will. I must escape the day. Wash my hands of this illness. Crowds of thoughts Dissipate. Only Oil and water Last longer. Only water is thinner. Only water Can drown you. All of us Victims. Fall into the dream. Embrace it. Wash away the day In r.e.m. Jason Wright is the editor