Ever To Confess You're Bored Means You

Something Has Been Said For Sobriety But Very Little.

I Am So Wise I Had My Mouth Sewn Shut.

I Cry. Evil Dissolves, & Love, Like Foam; That Love. Prattle Of Children Powers Me Home, My Heart Claps Like The Swan's Under A Frenzy Of Who Love Me & Who Shine.

I Can Offer You Only: This World Like A Knife

This World Is Gradually Becoming A Place Where I Do Not Care To Be Any More.