Pain is hope
Pain is resolve...
From the origin of talk
We've spoken of love...
I was clearing up my garden
As last night there was a storm...
Here, at the end of all I am
As eyesight fades, with hearing spent...
You don't know the sleuth
you must've hidden your wrongs from...
I sit and drink my coffee
and I wonder briefly about the universe...
Once again we make preparations for
an atypical situation...
long ago-
when pen started dancing...
She fell pregnant.
He remembered the words...
The streets
around her are dying with the madness...
They found him,
hanging...
Man calling for help
in the wilderness denies...