calloused fingertips sterilize the needleand sews the lips,the spine bends as nylon is pressedsilence and music blends,spent shadows drift as light co..
A final walk before you go,the steps set in print,I go back and count them.I should've known the trailinstead of stay in stride,I lost the way you wen..
The irrelevant timein which fiction possessesrealitywhere eyes are shutyet the rhythmic beatproceedsand the weighted shadowof eternitypresses bones to..
I mourned tonight,of time lost under moonlight,when the shadowswould be enviousof our presenceand the feeling of breathagainst breath.The starsare all..