While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And

Two Things Make A Story. The Net And The Air That Falls Through The Net.

I Want To See Thirst In The Syllables, Tough Fire In The Sound; Feel Through The Dark For The Scream.

Love Is A Clash Of Lightnings

We The Mortals Touch The Metals, The Wind, The Ocean Shores, The Stones, Knowing They Will Go On, Inert Or Burning, And I Was Discovering, Naming All The These Things: It Was My Destiny To Love And Say Goodbye.

Today Is Today, And Yesterday Is Gone. There Is No Doubt.