Soul Whirling Somewhere Swimmer In A Well
little grey things hung weakly within trust and
understanding have let me down again. surrendered, "oh,
you blackness, i'll unfold my arms, and then you can take
all of this." the ocean of love is salted with
misfortune. the quilt of content, sewn with humanness.
i'd say this air were empty, and that'd sound so sad, but
this air is huge and wide, and filled with engravings.
floating like ash. sad reminders spread far and wide, so
i can never breathe again with out remembering. little
grey things lapping jerkily down at me divide trust and
understanding. God, let there be something some where.
