:: fragments ::
tell the sea
about blue
we were someplace after.
there were none but you
leave together,
not fast
these roseswe manipulated
stare at the skyas rocks do
through the thousand white mists
like a symphony voided
will men recall
the sweet gift eternity,
like days in bed,or soar away from love incubate?
she says watch,
they take power from the languid boy