Who am I
who are we...

Almost in a trance
seamlessly segues...

We're alive
and can see...

Even the pain
of memory...

Watching
the sea fall...

We have it
on Earth...

What's
good or bad...

I turned
into a banshee...

The sadness of self-destruction
that peaks like sand...

Sweep away
maudlin vibes...

The phenomena
wasn't...

Better
to write a poem...