Psychedelic concepts
spread round 'neath...

Departure took away the little dreams
I had budding for us. There were barely...

Grace
ensuing...

I summoned you as if you were
a call away from Barcelona...

You thought Sunday's were always
good for foot massages and being...

The sight of a church so large, resting
calmly so high above your eyes, mounted...

He is a visitant upon my
forelegs...

Only a few hours without the sight
that took me back to remembrance...

I try to shield your eyes from sunlight
when it becomes overbearing...

Periwinkle rain is the film developing above...
and mismatched star lines, sheets covering...

My mother cried this morning after dawn's birth;
no, it wasn't the crying of tears nor the release...

I troop past beer-and-sandle
stars, hoping to escalade...