Text in image reads: I had a clear thought. I almost had a clear thought. It was staring at me, I saw it. I looked into its' eyes, they were so pure. I looked through them, they laughed, they disappeared. What a jumble, what a mess, I am haunted by pure thought. It appears as an object. I approach cautiously, circling. It doesn't move. It has no front, no back, tells me nothing. It sits there, waiting for me, waiting for the right moment. I look at it, no response, no change. I am overwhelmed, transfixed, and at the moment my expectations are excited, excited almost beyond control, beyond control; it changes, laughs, disappears. I wait for it to return, a clear thought. I can't stand the suspense. It will tell me what it is, stop laughing at me. I will wait for it, everything will become clear. I will grab ahold of it. I will wring its' neck. It will not leave of its' own accord. I will wring its' neck until it acknowledges me. I will not let it leave.