Just as there are some things
that must be seen to be believed...

Science and technology
slayers of myth and religion...

The autumn breeze
blowing through my open window...

The epochal zenith,
an explosion of creation...

And finally
we awoke, talking...

Ever have one of those days where
everything goes just perfectly? When...

In the utter silence
of my lost and solitary existence...

She used to make me coffee,
she used to make me meals...

King of the hill laughing,
laughing I stare in sleepless trance...

The darkness has faded and
the blue and white clarity...

In the still calm before the storm,
gray air, not a leaf moving...

We don't play games around here,
and in silence we drift apart...