The blood seeps
from the cracks in the mirror...

Reach down deep, deep,
to the very core inside yourself...

Nothing is as lonely as church bells echoing,
hanging hollow in the cold, gray March air...

PROVERB I
Attach oneself not...

I tasted autumn tonight
though it's only the middle of summer...

When the waves are placid
and lucid eyes burn bright...

Traveling down life's highway,
roadlines reflected off car windows...

Under a pale glass moon
the bones of Christ...

I stand in the middle of nowhere
staring at the autumn moon...

There is no God or devil
battling for my mortal soul...

Oh, I pray, please give me the power
in this, my most desperate, despondent...

Gulp in humid breaths
swim through heavy muggy air...