The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...

Loneliness is a
distance that could never be...

I love all the curves of this world
But I rather to be straight like an arrow...

Diminishing in transcendence,
perpetuating in deficiencies...

I am happening
as I look at my watch...

These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate turn...

What have we become
how palpable...

This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent...

...

Like all the whites and pinks tailing
your heir...

In the middle of the night, I screamed her name.
In the middle of the nightmare...

What an endless night!
What a cruel life...