There Is No Space Wider Than That

I Love You As One Loves Certain Dark Things.

There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

Everything Is Ceremony In The Wild Garden Of Childhood.

And Our Problems Will Crumble Apart, The Soul / Blow Through Like A Wind, And Here Where We Live Will All Be Clean Again, With Fresh Bread On The Table.

Oh Love, Rose Made Wet By Mermaids And Foams, Fire That Dances And Climbs Up The Invisible Stairs And Awakens The Blood In The Tunnel Of Sleeplessness.