Monday, September 17, 2007


a solid line is the arch of your brow a fallish night is the cloak of us as you lose yourself in your past and i want nothing more than to brush sleepiness from your eye cold will enfold you and my words will warm you and that's the way it will always be in my car beneath the open roof to the universe above us and when your warm eyes awaken remember to look about and see what was always you encircling; the darkness and my love no matter what your desperate drive or fogs that flummox crystaline and tepid is the divine grace from the heart of space