the very idea that i could be

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them