And The Verse Falls To The Soul

Perhaps The Earth Can Teach Us As When Everything Seems Dead And Later Proves To Be Alive

If You Should Ask Me Where I've Been All This Time I Have To Say "things Happen." I Have To Dwell On Stones Darkening The Earth, On The River Ruined In Its Own Duration: I Know Nothing Save Things The Birds Have Lost, The Sea I Left Behind, Or My Sister Crying. Why This Abundance Of Places? Why Does Day Lock With Day? Why The Dark Night Swilling Round In Our Mouths? And Why The Dead?

I Want To See Thirst In The Syllables, Tough Fire In The Sound; Feel Through The Dark For The Scream.

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.

Love Has To Be…flowering Like The Stars, And Measureless As A Kiss.