An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

Do you remember
in cold winters...

I. Sutra of Measure
We believe in distance...

First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...

No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

Come on baby what are you doing to me, thus to us?
I am a person not a commodity that you can replace...

If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...

The nightmare
is that nobody is out there...

From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...

You the killer of my father.
You the pain...

All the night
sea...