at night i felt it once before a time of giving, choosing. a place in cotton dreams and flesh and rhythm, motion like the waves… i can quite catch the notion of mo…

Here awaits a stone cold death upon the heart, a child’s breath and midnight comes to claim the so… and captive sorrows never told to find the only exit here

I ask What is man without Love? He is that impotent shell– that lacking piece of unfinished w… striving to be something

the music of the fragile is that of communication between t… we exist counter, to point of coun… between the lines of black and whi…

heaven never seemed closer as I lay tonight, with her by my s… the night never seemed farther as the thoughts I have include a p… who I love

give me time i pray time to learn time to exist give me time to work

lethargication, process of learning to be an immov… help– less of personality divination deg… sleep is having it’s own time to f…

It sometimes is far too easy is(when multiplious metal maraudin… not– baking blistering black to bl… to back to back, stopping stirring… make a way on the way, but lose th…

Skies open up in the not so often gray t… giving to her sister life. Wonder is the most common of feeli…

cracked and perhaps bandaged from the constant passing and plodding metallic wonders we have beheld and then discarded in our imaginations-those things —still—noise and motion around s...

I was never as tender in love then when more a child less a man