i hold a silencewithin my minda nascent pool of selfin which few have dabbled fingersi'm too afraid to let very many do sobecause the ripples of their..
yesterdayi stumbledslipped back intothought patterns ibelieved long vanquishedtricked back into our worldof quiet breathings andpregnant pauses of typ..
sleep the dream of the belovedhold the shiver in your heartwalk the road of the welltravelledloverread the book of your own Tinker soulbe the you you ..
in the swirling confusionof overheated bodyi began to meltcoalescingdown,meltingmeltinginto a tiny blue marblewith a cat's eye sparklein silverpanicke..
there is a longinga clicheof girl for boyof child for motherof soul for lightthere is a longingthere is a melancholyawisdomof sun for duskof tree for ..
in my dreams last nightyou were walking circlesaround mehaunting medeeper than any obsessionKristin Hersh could exacerbateyour absence chokes my breat..