They've Healed Me To Pieces.

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

Each Arrow You Shoot Off Carries Its Own Target Into The Decidedly Secret Tangle

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

Reality Is Not Simply There, It Does Not Simply Exist: It Must Be Sought Out And Won.

The Two Heart-grey Puddles: Two Mouthsfull Of Silence.