The restless wind beckoned today,
Come, come ride the open road...

Cascading down the avenue of
melting trees and silent skies...

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,
for in the mirror is only a reflection of how I...

The abnormality of your
conformity is your deformity...

Uprooted
torn asunder by forces...

There are the eyes
always searching...

You would look great
in my arms, I said...

In a delicious feather lightness
arms wrapped around each other...

The fish are staring at me
with contempt and smug patience...

In my mind, in my heart, in my being
i am already dead...

The bones of a butterfly
lie dripping gossamer flesh...

I don't want to linger on
when i can't stand being here any longer...