Before the gathering of dust and time,
catches...

The world swelling
big gourd fleshy bulk...

There are some things I know,
and the rest are steeped with me...

We went where we always go -
the place where the telephone lines shoot...

The dancers take the darkened stage
in a shuffling shimmer of sound...

Low tones through thin walls, the
bouncing Germanic rhythms of my mate...

Doors,
red, like a...

Even in uncertainty
You fascinate. Especially then...

Tonight, I miss you terribly.
Stupid little things...

The church was arched
with white and gold, pillared with...

We
have a...

Tears fall
not like a river...