I Am Sure There Are Things That

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

Tomorrow Is Another Day Toward Death.

Clouds Pass And Disperse. Are Those The Faces Of Love, Those Pale Irretrievables? Is It For Such I Agitate My Heart?

Over Coffee And Orange Juice The Embryonic Suicide Brightens Visibly.

Doreen Had Intuition. Everything She Said Was Like A Secret Voice Speaking Straight Out Of My Own Bones.