You did not see the father’s big soul.
You did not see God from the keyhole...
You know this stranger,
don't you...
In the sweetest sway; in the blurry line between
the dreamscape and the disembodied reality...
The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...
A tree cut down is a
a child chopped...
The room has walls lined with wallpaper that is...
dark rust...
If I could let you know,
again, how abnormal it is...
In a kiss two souls
wake up the sleeping beauty...
Loneliness is a
distance that could never be...
Unable to see the derision
of themselves...
These monotonic folks do not see the dual-effect...
They...
hush, for i'm praying, hush.
more often than i should, i still pray...