Let The Light Be Called Day So

The Future Is A Fog That Is Still Hanging Out Over The Sea, A Boat That Floats Home Or Does Not.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.

Yet Love Enters My Blood Like An I.v., Dripping In Its Little White Moments.

Let There Be A Heaven So That Man May Outlive His Grasses.

My Safe, Safe Psychosis Is Broken. It Was Hard. It Was Made Of Stone. It Covered My Face Like A Mask. But It Has Cracked.