Pinprick curl: You and I. Fold and grow... Fold and grow. All things must… All things must. Divide… To align. Divide… To survive. Built to… Built to go: To fall from the counter To linoleum and rubble Below.
Come with me, lover fair Ignore the embers in the air For though they fall in a cascade We both know they are doomed to fade Just as the stars and moon at night Are soon outshone by morning light I'll walk with you, darling, my dear I will not waver neither fear When all … Continue reading The Ashes of our Former Days