c

windows ablaze with nightingale fluids
mingled upon glass with morning grey
geese fly southbound, flies are dying
it isn the winter hymn scrouching on the meadows
would u believe could u decide what not if unless.

it is utterly and always

the same.

b

blue ravens cross northern hemisphere dark night is blossoming out of your eyes.
your mind is swaying them to sleep
i am amongst my dearest friends and yet so alone.

give me love

wedding. dez. 3 2008

a

several hours until the train leaves. blood spurted out of my eyes when i cried and the deep red orange skies opened to a breaking day
the news the news.
are you well?