Cool wind blowing through my hair
Smells of earth and sweat...

Out of body
I see myself float...

The crisp night air kisses my skin,
As I creep into bed with tired eyes...

Do you think the moon longs for the earth; longs
to kiss his rolling hills...

Here, find me in my ruin
where I lay beneath the frost...

Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...

Swinging from a deadwood branch
with crosses planted in...

Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet...

I begged you, 'please don't cry'
I said, 'everything will be okay...

Take it from an expert.
When your cat languidly swishes...

Father,
Time's unraveled in a tangle of what's left...

From the inside, becoming external
Erupting anxiety devouring within...