If my body were my soul
I would have long...

No delight
No sorrow...

Oh so "Christian" and proud comfortable...
How are you blind to the effects of your holler...

'Sun's demise is sumptuous,' you whisper in the...
Pensive and warm, seeking me with your Light...

Hear me now, child, for my limbs grow so cold,
Decades of struggle have withered me old...

You have to admit his genius
Even if he's a little focused...

This omnipotent whiteness howls enraged
At our violation of its static landscape...

Sixteen years to attain some
true measure of freedom...

The desert sands sculpt her
Passion throes with languor...

Always verdant you
are a March wildflower...

Piercing shadow,
Piercing light...

[To my beloved wife whose tears fill me with the...
Just a glance, a meaningful nod...