Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be

I Have Let Things Slip, A Thirty-year~old Cargo Boat Stubbornly Hanging On To My Name And Address.

I Have To Live My Life, And It Is The Only One I’ll Ever Have.

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow.

I Feel Occasionally My Skull Will Crack, Fatigue Is Continuous - I Only Go From Less Exhausted To More Exhausted & Back Again.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?