Time runs out,
Feeling like a trout...

I bleed gratitude in gushes, for the great I Am,
From the wound inflicted, in shaping the poet I...

The mind says go, but the heart says no,
The hands hold on, but the fingers let go...

What scary place is this? This wilderness vast and...
I know not of my bearing, or where my journey...

Nine in the dark, hundreds in the light,
Why, I ask, do we cry at the first sight...