She ain't gonna tell you the whole story
because it hurts to look back in anger again...

Welcome to my today.
the door is ajar...

Ageless, faceless flame
I dare myself to bleed...

I go beyond maps, seeking the language of beings
when she pulls my strings, healing me, awakening...

Right now
taxes stands between me and myself...

Her poetry squeaks:
it is hate...

The sky falls
and I am trying to walk in beauty...

She carries me and walks in light,
saying what binds us is delight...

I am going to pick shadows
before it ends...

I gave you power to destroy me,
giving you my darkness, my stupid eyes...

Your two-handed sword fell from your hands
creating space for my dreamy fingers...

I am not split
when I feel that...