Cradling myself, home-restraint,
Hoping to make a world that I can't create...
My fellow birds
With birds I fly, with birds I sing...
Words in
parts are...
A man may build a fire
And like moths we seek the flame...
The New Band...
Not Fond Of Heights
(Poem 1 rhymes/Poem 2 doesn't...
To be here,
To listen...
Preface
Some love the summer, some love the winter...
If the Bard had lived in this age
To witness how his works are read...
In ten years, I hope to know
where my dreams come from...
I throw the first fist,
Get away from my good friend...
My friend gets punched hard,
And does not get right back up...