The moon,
I...
Not the evidence,
but the avoidance of...
You would never be lost
if you find...
The urge to lie face down in a bathtub
Bubbles drifting past my ears...
The lines are clear though
you can't see for you've crossed the...
In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...
Leave the wastes where they belong:
in the stores...
We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...
Like waves
that retreat and climb...
My flesh, blood and bones
belong only to myself...
She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...
you
no longer...