What's Missing Is The Eyeballs

Talk To Me About Sadness. I Talk About It Too Much In My Own Head But I Never Mind Others Talking About It Either; I Occasionally Feel Like I Tremendously Need Others To Talk About It As Well.

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

What A Lay Me Down This Is With Two Pink, Two Orange, Two Green, Two White Goodnights.

Jewels! Today Each Twig Is Important, Each Ring, Each Infection, Each Form Is All That The Gods Must Have Meant.