I crave those things
white styrafoan pleasures...

Mold.
what is mold...

Often a night
dark and tense...

(r)evolution breathes.
tell me to come tomorrow...

Our noose our breath our out
and out white lies covered in brown...

Above the grass between
my arms-- the smell of her hair...

And there in the jungly movement I came upon a...
Fled gasping from a star that broke...

My forest - now turned battlefield -
has been shrouded with such a...

And i want to be as bright and high as a...
reflecting my face...

There was that swelling of his ego that far...
Truth was a pallette with which we dabbed our...

If words were the same as intent, I'd suspend your...
in mid-air...

With your hand
reach out and...