Slipstreams of imperial guidance.
Wayward movements shadowed in...

I stand surrounded in solitude,
as the rest of the world bustles by...

Vacancy and Occupied are spectral extremities;
neither are meant to endure forever...

I keep my tears in a bottle...

Punch-drunk on the brilliant color of your touch,
a kaleidoscope of sensation brought me to my...

Your talent for control
over elements...

Right now I need to burrow my head under my arms,
close my eyes and hide until this litany of fear...

Enclose me in your most vivid terror-
Swallow swiftly the texture surrounding...

The blaming game drags, pushes and shoves the
guiltless conscience you've been dreaming of...

Sometimes I get so lost (but never with words.)
I'm just the hands on a clock...

All too rich, too raw, too real-
The delicate palette of life...

I love you like America eats-
Unconscious and automatic...