I'm Here, Got No Choice. But You,

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass.

Sleep With A Dog And Rise Full Of Fleas.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

To Feed, Help, Protect, Comfort, Console, Support, Nurse, Or Heal To Be Fed, Helped, Nursed, Protected, Comforted, Consoled, Supported, Nursed, Or Healed To Form Mutually Enjoyable, Enduring, Cooperating And Reciprocating Relationship With Other, With An Equal To Be Forgiven To Be Loved To Be Free