On a prolific day
I become distracted...

Opaque and vaporous
scenery inspired me to...

Waiting for you
is praying so hard that...

I'm sorry, Mama, that I don't know how you can...
"I feel like I don't know you as a mother...

I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...

I want
to be awake...

Gifted
are their words...

...............Time
...........brews loud...

He is peaceful with her heart-
believing without exception...

Maybe it's the way you say goodnight....
that leaves me clutching my ribs...

We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

Mary Alice,
you remain a mystery unseen...