I want to ski down the slopes of
your skin, temper your rigidity...

You didn't ask me
"how are you?&quot...

Rough and crisp you were
Sniffling I reached out for you...

Across miles of glass,
bits and bytes of...

Black sunrise over
the foggy dawn...

Nowhere else have I
gone, nothing have I...

Right now I need to burrow my head under my arms,
close my eyes and hide until this litany of fear...

Rays of golden light refracting and
bending; radiating brightly...

Touch me-
In secret places no one has reached...

Crush me in the box of reality,
smash my innards to a paste...

Enclose me in your most vivid terror-
Swallow swiftly the texture surrounding...

Break off the icicles clinging
like stalagtites to the ceiling...