Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.

Give Me Your Skin As Sheer As A Cobweb, Let Me Open It Up And Listen In And Scoop Out The Dark.

Need Is Not Quite Belief.

Though Rain Curses The Window Let The Poem Be Made.

Now I Am Going Back And I Have Ripped My Hand From Your Hand As I Said I Would And I Have Made It This Far.