“F--- the police
To rise as you
Disappear below current
Interpretations of observations
F--- the police,”
Sitting on my face planet
Hunters make rocks
Make life in a puddle
Rise as you blacking
Out cry in my bed,”
reads another portion of the incomprehensible poem titled “Thwaites.”
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2756306&forum_id=2#26929270)