While jeffrey laid dying
my life was metamorphosing
nightly into a diary bleed
dice games god freaks
time lost, love frost
for what cause
more self denying absurdity
more chasing after money
more wasted paper degrees
while moments stealthily slip
where do they all lead
hurried steps along
carefully staged journeys
containing I not we
laying bricks for dying lonely
when does living stop or start
I thought it ends and begins
right in the heart
but perhaps for you
a lonely pilgrimage art
perhaps we love better
being apart
