Who Is Invisible Enough To

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

How You Die Out In Me: Down To The Last Worn-out Knot Of Breath You're There, With A Splinter Of Life.

No One Bears Witness For The Witness

The Heart Hid Still In The Dark, Hard As The Philosophers Stone.

Rush Of Pine Scent (once Upon A Time), The Unlicensed Conviction There Ought To Be Another Way Of Saying This.