I Thought The Most Beautiful

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

I Deserve That, Don't I, Some Sort Of Blazing Love That I Can Live With.

I Keep Wanting To Crawl Back Into The Womb.

She Looks Like A Woman Who Has Found It Ridiculous To Commit Herself To A Single Emotional Stance In Anything, But Must Always Ride High Heavy Irony.

What I Want Back Is What I Was Before The Bed, Before The Knife, Before The Brooch-pin And The Salve Fixed Me In This Parenthesis; Horses Fluent In The Wind, A Place, A Time Gone Out Of Mind.