First the space
was an assumption...
Fall called your name,
yet you yearned for the summer...
and there you go again –
all-swollen, your face is somber and a...
They scare us with death
until we are frightened of living...
If you handle it softly
it would stretch...
there’s always a first time for everything
every morning, i open my eyes for the first time...
Did anyone hear
A gentle...
i don’t remember the world before you -
swaddled by light, you set the night sky aglow...
They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...
Always going
never arriving...
Hiding in behind
the beauty of your own mask...
blackbirds sing the mourning birds in –
and i echo their songs of lament...