Donde Termina El Arco Iris, En Tu

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.

You Are Like Night, Calmed, Constellated. Your Silence Is Star-like, As Distant, As True.

I Was The Owner Of My Own Darkness.

But When I Call For A Hero, Out Comes My Lazy Old Self; So I Never Know Who I Am, Nor How Many I Am Or Will Be. I'd Love To Be Able To Touch A Bell And Summon The Real Me, Because If I Really Need Myself, I Mustn't Disappear.

I Had No More Alphabet Than The Journeying Of The Swallows, The Pure And Tiny Water Of The Small, Fiery Bird That Dances Rising From The Pollen.