Straitjacket Silence As I lay boxed in I train my headlights into the mirror what horrible might my vision holds the boundaray between manical scrawlings the buffer between insanity and sweet dance Sightless horrors left undone I ride my bridge between the flames one cold one brief and holy shining light encased in riddles laughter personality toss in my few million friends crashing the 235 waterfall cascading down into the lights and still i see silence burning ever bright desalvo dark written not illustrated 1994