your anger isa midnight piera lonely duneno hope in here
at thismidnight hourrestless heart fussesuntil eyes are prisedawake
you deserveyour own spacea field to spreadobdurate wings
ice click-clacksin water brought to lipsits noise underscored by the peace of Sunday evening
this is the magica mundane morningfuture turned presentto mend past’s dismay
mendacious fingerssponge love from that porous heartleave you high and dry.
versify those eyesinkpots dense with potentialyour gaze writes a tale.