In the wind that from her learned lips blows
comes the haughty arrogance of her speech...

Open fist, unveil your hand.
Feel this dirt, caress this land...

Sitting on its haunches. Teeth Bared. The fear.
Before, substance released. This time, rot...

Love is a rhythm, a steady heartbeat.
Love is a river; a strong, flowing current...

I see myself. But is it really me?
I cannot tell if III am what I see...

In the shallow glimmer
of a wandering star...

It's not quite cold outside
as it is a little chilly...

I didn't know what he meant
the day he gave me that name...

Rest slickly coated rocks
tucked in close to chest...

Blue sweatpants
and a hole in the sock...