Daddy’s girl was up all night Always looking for a sight Other poet, things to write Phony poles that do not bite She was happy I could see

In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away

And you and I can keep going And you and I can recover For the blood flows as the river g… And I and you float on its waters And I and you know well

I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used

I stare at the sand upon these bla… I sit on their crippled and bent a… Think still on the words that thei… And sit in the dark as a common wa… The day is not bright, so it seems…

Walk the steps that near the cente… Feet away from where we enter. Embraced by my dear defender A ghost of me still lingers there. Blades of grass, small turtles sna…

Am I blind or deaf? Am I seeing right? A so beauty sight A sound like a breath And eyes oh so bright?

I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture

Worthless be the starlight That’s never seen at night And worthless be an hourglass If we lose track of time. Worthless be the speaker

Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!

We all have our kingdom, We all had a childhood inside, One that, when seems to be forgott… Surprises us with the gift of life And It is clean

Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four

‘Tis a black stone underwater Of a helmsman feeling pain. ‘Tis the fall of Titan’s daughter… ‘Tis a confident marauder, Who, with blood, herself she stain…