Shuffling through the pages
of time immemorial...

The distance
to your heart...

So much hangs on the truth
Like the noose...

I keep my tears in a bottle...

Schrodinger's Cat is all about potential,
but true potential is the dark behind the...

He preaches moderation from
his gold-encrusted altar...

I knew that I would fall in love with you.
That I would spend hours listening to you...

The pride that carries me to nowhere
takes these pithy words of comfort...

The problem is...

You hoard your affections in the fear that freely
spent, they would somehow lose value...

Chasm of temptation pulls at my reluctant
sleeve leaving me void of refuge...

You stumble, you fall, you trip over words
unspoken. You mistake disaster for paradise...