She's my sister of soul,
this woman with whom...

And thus were the characters poised in this tale...
The Magus, the Lady, her Lord, and fell...

This omnipotent whiteness howls enraged
At our violation of its static landscape...

Would it confuse you if I explained
that it’s but a matter of sense that...

Oh so "Christian" and proud comfortable...
How are you blind to the effects of your holler...

I would that moss become her,
Nestled green amidst the cracks...

There is a lesson in this calamity of gold,
Though the struggling orb takes no solace...

Hear me now, child, for my limbs grow so cold,
Decades of struggle have withered me old...

Cat's eye, penetrating sight,
Seeking, probing into the night...

40 million reasons
Feed my despair...

My only illumination
Wanes with tossing...

Amidst the trash cans lining the street
In preparation for garbage day...