In the absolute pitch of trustless dark
I found the touch of your fingers...

Thus said Hallaj to God:
These are thy children who are gathered here for...

To Those Who Still Guard a Soul
Loneliness is a shrine...

Please goodness if you exist out there.
give me some hint show me some twinkles...

This scrap of dirt
this portion of earth...

I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...

I have seen THE horror
of a place where truth does not exist...

About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...

In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...

I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...

You don’t realize
how much illusion lives...

These clock's hands
like the uneven oars of...