Spring: Trees Flying Up To Their Birds

They've Healed Me To Pieces.

Rush Of Pine Scent (once Upon A Time), The Unlicensed Conviction There Ought To Be Another Way Of Saying This.

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

How You Die Out In Me: Down To The Last Worn-out Knot Of Breath You're There, With A Splinter Of Life.