The forgone
dampens my bones...

I find her -
a heart of wild flowers...

I am
all that I speak of...

There is
an oak that sits...

I have found my dreams
-calling for you...

I'm inflamed by the neurotic
obsessions which have...

They tore my wings like zephyr
-and I; I sat upon that one...

Eighteen years I have,
breathed fire upon lady beetles...

I once licked lips of a sadists desire,
wounded beneath Birch I learned to walk...

As darkness engulfs my heart;
remember me tonight...

Sometimes,
in the shadow world...

To a best friend, my brother, Kevin.
Someone I've always known...