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

Here it comes,
this is the daybreak...

We tell ourselves what we want to know,
to get through another day...

Once i had a deep, magical,
love affair...

Skyline dreamer drifts
seeing the world behind things...

I was never
a subscriber to dogmatic doctrine...

And finally
we awoke, talking...

I love you,
not only for how...

Emit time
allusion, delusion...

Though I appear dead on the outside
I'm screaming underneath...

Death sits across
the table staring at me...

A fortitude of futile fumblings
serene seraphs of serendipity...