cause of death: 2 much soul

I remember when I was a sponge. Simpler times they were.

So, So you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? #PinkFloyd

Give me a song so I can cry pretty

year of the i'm a piece of shit

the inhibited self

all i cannot explain

telephones, love letters, the eerie loneliness of an old toothbrush

will the pages ever glow again

"Being alone is a song" Tom Clark "Delirium of ship in space" Roger Zelazny

whose golden sonnet fingertips are these

smoky gold of streetlamps. tomb of hours. decades of pages in boxes, talking to themselves.

lacquered with mist, the days, and my useless amulets ----

red leaves, antlers, light swirling with quicksilver faces

we will be okay