I Looked At Her, And She Was

We All Flee In Hope Of Finding Some Ground Of Security

You Made Her Apologize For Sickness. For Her Courage. You Made Her Feel Sorry For Dying.

We Must Curb Ourfury, And Allow Sadness To Diminish, And Speak Our Stories With Coolness And Deliberation.

It's Like A Squid In Love With The Sky.

Keep Thinking. You Can Hear Our Brains Rattling Around Inside Us, Like The Littler Russian Dolls.