When you stroke the harps of these feelings
you do not know your fingers...

Anything ephemeral
in its burn...

Your voice
makes me cave deep, deep into my heart...

Not finding it anywhere
but in yourselves...

A plastic rose last
forever for it is dead...

A Samurai
versus the onslaught of foes...

In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...

Rather than guarding
his own life, unleashes the...

Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...

~~Last year~edited~ for Robbin ~~
No more alone, no more me...

Getting all ever
I needed, realizing...

We sculpt
because we are looking for perfection...