Younger than knowing the odds I used to press my hand against the wall and will They say That there is more space between The atoms of...

In dreaming eyes I dug my fingers beneath my ribs to tear away and find What? I did not know I clawed In skillful strokes my face from...

I grew up under a sky that stretched Horizon to horizon where the land spoke, in Lengthy syntax and broad spaces Somehow since I have...

What days there were passed Frictionless Unseen With the pallid dreamy stupor which heralds sudden horror's sight Weightless white snow...

Beauty, as all lovers know Is terror fleshed and I Loved you to ruin, and rightly I think you knew but hid in swallowed words and silent...

Where stirs the soul interred beneath steal skies and heavy scales The early morning light makes true even vulgar hovel stones Stretching...

I think, though count not ever say, to my own satisfaction an inside joke,, That I have always dreamed of beauty In one I built a...

Scattered scraps of moments made Jumbled, forever never one Beyond panes flurries blind inside static streams in time Crowed and...

Unto the heights and for forever Memories mine made mist Just scraps of ancient texts and old songs played out on the AM waves I so...

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The child prophetic born has fate woven in their nerves and cannot help but sing when stuck and be moved by voices all around by tragedy...

It is not I think The suffering or whatever It Is I feel So much as the nature with which I feel it It is not end I want but Change A...

If I wanted to talk About what? my art meant I wouldn't have made it If I knew it enough To explain it well I needn't have bothered at All

For years in one fragile spring tine Making clear the the fonts of my heart "Love me" In summer, exhausted instead Singing songs of home...

When I was young Between and between A foreign land was sleep And nights were spent in quietude Bathed in the blue light's hue Selling me...

Thoughts are questions are Too fast for days' ancient pacing Living Ten thousand maybes between each call's Unanswered hand in the night...

Up and down again Rising up on strong winds and lovelier wings even odd that the crash too feel new Each time Reason and Memory and...

The story was beautiful Tragic comfort in meaning I played my part just so yet lived If you walk past the end of history you end up off...

Then all that remained Alive in the halls of that home Were the flames Shadow plays and echoes I house them still Tenants warm and...

Falling I think The groundlessness and the sense of speed I felt since before I fell from my first bike I used to speak to you Like I'd...