Part 1:The sermon begins. As promised the pale nostalgiaHas wet the streets and shy cobwebs move along the velvet coffinsThat holds within them the de..
I have not forgotten the time before us, when my heart ached And I heard the wings of your spirit flapping in my ears. Your precious shadow, like a mi..
I have a face cut from the hatching of thought, my pungent senses dance between the melodies of my eyes, like star-crossed lovers meeting to witness t..