He is like a dream
a beautiful soft-spoken harmony...

Crafty covetous canyons
can certainly correspond...

I know how to fall asleep,
I know how to breathe in deeply...

The hour is at hand
when judgment will be pressed upon us...

I tried, tried to shelter the silence,
but these voices feel they need to...

She didn't know she could erase paint
with the will of her predilection...

I'm tired,
physically, emotionally, and spiritually...

You guard me in my unresponsive sleep
and I wonder how I came to live a fantasy...

I can't seem to settle for familiar,
because I always end up sitting...

I quench the fire's leaping tongue
with the last quarter of my bottle...

Resist
the urge to kneel...

Away from the teasing shadows
she sang her faith to the critically ill...