See He in Imagery

He steps left to right down the streets at night. Tokyo is a slow place with many insect guides. The street light glows of Londontown. His hair is long and so his his "wife." It is his beheader, she is sign of the samauri. He is tall and looking him in the eye is an act that can begin another genocide in his heart mind. Divorcing every entity is he. I find him a row of tulips in his brain. New Zealand reddies a ship. He flows down the lakes of connection. So connected to LSD, they seem to be infinity. He has a crown of flowers reaching into his brain. I like his smile at that moment. He knows the lies, and fights the truth. Being the top of the realm creates false security in The Rhineland of his mind. I knew him well. Hanging from a cell is he, in actuallity.