Self:Explained

In the reaching transvibrant colors of their world,

the spirits rest peacefully in the past that we pass.

The barren rooms, metal chairs,

desks

floors

lights

are empty yet fully occupied and soulfully active.

The movements of ghosts are echoes of the movements we made.

Take a step,

glance back,

say hello.

Yesterday, the rain fell in a pattern.

The water created a path in which to weave.

So I wove.

And not a drop fell on me.

He stole my song,

I found the wind.

I stole the wind,

He found nothing.

My beauty will wither.

Along with it

your love.

This

I know to be true.

Shudder. My darling.

Sweep your eyes

down the arch of my back

and

feel. my darling. all there is to feel.