8.28.2004

turning page slowly
the end comes to me quiet
in you fade

8.27.2004

am I now in
a quietly
revere me
only die I

8.26.2004

turn slow to my
obscure time draw
wisdom fade into
ignorant me

8.25.2004

this bee sting you
my blood is too
artificial
while you be real

8.24.2004

you string theory
tie us in loose
bind mine to you
sway in my heart

8.23.2004

revel silence
paint in your space
between time time
time stand quiet

8.22.2004

this to ugly
people we are
what is the world
wipe off in mask