I dedicate this book to all the readers, those that consume the words placed on the pages. One of the few places without pop up ads or algorithms. I will always write as I am compelled, it is as essential to me as breath. I cherish hearing how people have read these words and find an emotional connection; that pleases me and encourages me to put my pencil down, or thumbs to rest, for a moment and make a collection for another book.  This is my fourth book and the first I have divided into chapters.

A collection of post punk protest poetry. If all you ever learned about poetry was in elementary school you will be surprised to see it all grown up. This is the 4th book written by Tymn Waters: musician, poet, architect, that realizes the cynical cyclical nature of this planet's inhabitants. We all strive to be something we need not become while ignoring what we are and what we should be. Too often we are mislead by fear; chase dissolvable dreams and realize too late who we are is more important than what we became. We roll down the ramp of an old coin sorter until we fit with that silo, fall to join those alike. Be that dime the falls in the quarter slot, frustrate the sorter.