To he whom I adore, my death has no repose.
Where I lie here, beneath the bottom and yet...

Sweet lies- my fancy doth swing
and stream; it ebbs and flows...

Hours, to minutes, to moments...
The sun rises; the sun retires...

Beguiled by a handsome stranger,
seduced by the crook of a finger...

Her eyes were slightly wet and dim, covered by...
For years, she had entertained the notion of the...

Hazy longing, sweetly sing-song-ing
never stopping, yet always pausing...

As the ink of nighttime soaked through the...
and gusts of generously teasing wind thrust from...

A blaze of summer, long and lazy
streams along in tunes so gaily...

I'll never sigh for a love that never was,
or weep for the way things ought to be...

My world, no. The world in the vaguest sense;
I see it twining and ripping in the most peculiar...

Standing lo, a beast of crazed proportion
withers into the fog of a winter's nightmare...

In the midst of misfortune,
of my saddest predicament...