In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...
Did the wound exist
as an appetency...
You offered a possibility of reprieve -
of rest I couldn't quite comprehend...
here i am again,
a witness...
They all rot and fade
these shoots of expectation...
Hell is sediment
Whatever resist burning...
These rivers of cries are endless
because oceans are connected...
Tell me:
what is mightier...
Enlighten me, darling please,
for my heart could not rest...
Apple
is gravity...
I don't know when I started to
hunch over, but now it's all I do...
Wish you could be a plot point I
dreamed up - created for the...