Somewhere on a peninsula,
near the sea...

You were my first love,
you held me like no other...

I waited on the wire
while the others leapt...

She who puts herself together
with perfection is hiding the secret...

When the dark
waters of complexity...

We were everywhere
and now we’re nowhere...

It was a grand gesture
to go to the store...

Autumn came to whisper -
clinging on is futile...

This poem existed
in the future...

The head chairs meetings
voices creep...

I remember the words,
the ones we sacrificed...

Let me take words
and paint you a picture...