To Write You Must Be

A Good Meal Can Somewhat Repair / The Eatings Of Slight Love

And The Case Of Butterflies So Rich It Looks As If All Summer Settled There And Died.

Home Is So Sad. It Stays As It Was Left, / Shaped To The Comfort Of The Last To Go / As If To Win Them Back

Here Is An Unfenced Existance

No One Can Tear Your Thread Out Of Himself. No One Can Tie You Down Or Set You Free.