In a pinch of light,
waiting it to happen...
To sell the half-truths?
of lies, you quit...
You walk through me
opening the portal of...
More searing?
in fog of love...
Like toothache.
Would hear the voices...
The lips will speak
without sound...
In deep bottom,
at first light, I...
The lazy eye,
staggers. Looks behind...
Cool water laps and gurgles
at shingled base of petrous heap...
O my baby pain?
this house is on fire...
After centuries of reverie?
a dream breaks, falls...
Always seeking light
while sorely learning only...