I WISH YOU TOUCHED ME LESS LIKE A SPARROW AND MORE LIKE A CRIME SCENE. I WANT SPATTER ON THE WALLS AND CONFUSION OVER SHADOWS BECAUSE EVEN GHOSTS HAVE THINGS LEFT UNSAID. I BET YOU COULDN’T EVEN MAKE THE DOOR SLAM. I BET YOU’RE FINE TUCKED INTO A STERILE BED AS LONG AS THE MOONLIGHT SHINES. THE ILLUMINATED EMPTY MAKES NO DIFFERENCE ANYMORE. I SEE GIGANTIC ATOMS AND GOD SITTING IN THE PALM OF MY HAND, I HEAR EACH STIFLED LAUGH RESULTING INTO OUTCRIES. I CAN NO LONGER TELL PITY FROM PLEASURE. I CAN NO LONGER TELL MUSIC FROM NOISE. 

LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES AND I SAW A TIDAL WAVE FULL OF LIFE AND THE SAD REFLECTION OF SOMETHING SUSPENDED IN SPACE. I SAW CHANGING SEASONS AND EVERYTHING I COULD NOT DO. I TASTED THE THINGS I COULD NOT PUT INTO WORDS. THEY SPEARED MY TONGUE AND DISAPPEARED INTO QUICKSAND AND THE EARTH CLOSED BEFORE I COULD JUMP IN. I LOOKED AROUND AND I WAS IN PURGATORY. I STROKED THE CRATER AND THE WORLD BEGAN TO HEAL.