Bio Part 6
what intention caught breezily randoms it's way to me?
the mystery of action disturbed.the ripple of love's outbound.
i do not know truly where the dead go,
or the embrace forward looking that remains behind.
how long would these days degenerate if i had
kept my mouth shut,
perhaps the same except
minus your hands.
the creatures that bring me messages never answer
questions, never interpret, never advise.
to weep to read it is as free willed as laughing loudly
at a crowded, silent dinnertable
Under the Influence of: