If I could know you
as the wind knows the air...

I just don't have distance
though similar hair i see...

Memories, like accidents,
not the feelings of "features&quot...

Sometimes….
my senses cry for deprivation...

I went low
mostly alone and content with things...

Hard eyes make destiny sweat
cutting off it\'s hands with \"covers\&quot...

I called them all by name,
to rapt attention living or not...

I sit there pulling
my hands idle and desperate...

I'm crying for myself
salty tears...

Such a gift be the lesser
malformed luckless lonely souls...

All thats ever moved me
is everything you've read about...

I should know.
Being good with faces...