Sulfur
it's what you want me to...

Your hands are gone.
I look at my own and I am disgusted...

Don't you fear the need to be ordinary
Stop looking around and see they...

Have you ever spent the night
praying and thinking of him...

Whatever happened to
we can do it all...

Love makes me
chase...

My hands are still
searching...

I groan in exasperation;
stretch my feet in hopelessness...

Our love is like discovering the ocean,
far from home, too many moons to count...

I used to believe I never had
a boxy shape, and without a mirror...

I'm near the horizon-
staggering, dizzy...

Like a melancholy light
glowing below your window...