Torus, it’s shaped like, hang on, the number is as large as the planet.

I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—

The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.

Empty Avenue, Death on the the installment plan, Righteous lady, insolent man, I, patience expired.

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…

Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still shiver

Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?

A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—

Two onyxes atop another out where… the signal clear, it rang through… so loudly I frightened myself: RESPECT! I remember how often my Grandmoth…

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,