She was a womanthat muchI knowThough I'll never understand such a thingthat opens closed in wings and turns towardlight and pours in froth in spite of..
I asked myself oncehow I viewed this world,that presence sometimes deafeningsun perched and simpering on my shoulderand in that ease and eve of the ba..
Thencame the hourof wounded lightwhenall was goneportioned to recurrent voiceswhere the stars would embrace their endas if to wrong the right deranged..
Sometimes when you askI study the backsteps,the treasures from my dayplaces where you've taken meand whySometimesI study the mountainsformed within my..
It was a quiet roadpages and led, clouds driftingthe number eleven following us close behindgiant gray moth and holidays with wings wide spreadyou sai..