(2013)
the very idea that i could be
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
we are nearly always a world which almost
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…