A Library Card Is Good

In The End, The Wind Takes Everything, Doesn't It? And Why Not? Why Other? If The Sweetness Of Our Lives Did Not Depart, There Would Be No Sweetness At All.

This Was The Darker Life, Where Every Truth Was Written Backward.

Now Panic Beats And Flutters Inside My Skull Like A Flock Of Starlings Locked In An Attic.

And She Sees That The Moonlight Is Losing Its Orange Glow. It Has Become Buttery, And Will Soon Turn To Silver.

Any Parting Could Be Forever, And We Don't Know.