By Each Crime And Every Kindness, We

Eva. Every Day I've Climbed Up The Belfry Chanting A Lucky Chant At One Syllable Per Beat, "to-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.

The Song Instantly Insisted It'd Never Existed.

The Music Provokes A Sharp Longing The Music Soothes.

How Could I Know A Famished Heart Will Eat Its Mind? Can Kill Its Body?

False Modesty Can Be Worse Than Arrogance.