Snapped awake.
Don't know where I am...

My little hands are neither remarkable or...
My little hands are multiply sacred, notched...

Winds will howl!
As the pain of rain damages...

He looks down from his glass tower
And surveys his world below...

I guess I kinda wandered aimlessly through life
I've held jobs some would class as good...

That orange flashing light
May not be blue or red...

Mate.
This is so so hard to write...

I almost shed a tear today,
And that was for a guy...

It's not that I dislike them
For I think they're kinda pretty...

You may never see my face,
But you may know that I am vocal...

Gnarled hands wrap tightly round the coffee cup
Willing heat to penetrate...

Who are you I ask
I'm you he replies...