Although I Know It's Unfair, I Reveal

What Feeling Feels Like Over Time. An Attempt To Screw Up What Feeling Feels Like Over Time. Heartbreak And A High C.... The Often Welcome Melodic Lie.... The Soul's Undersong. The Orchestration Of Randomness, A Flirtation With The Boundaries Of Silence And Space.... A Reminder That The Self Wants To Disappear, Be Taken Away From Itself And Returned.

Oh Abstractions Are Just Abstract Until They Have An Ache In Them.

All Good Poems Are Victories Over Something.

I’ve Had It With All Stingy-hearted Sons Of Bitches. A Heart Is To Be Spent.

When I Stop Becoming, That's When I Worry.