I Note How Calm She Looks And

For A Few Minutes We Kiss, Deep In The Chasm, With The Roar Of Water All Around Us. And We Rise, Hand In Hand, I Realize That If We Had Both Chosen Differently, We Might Have Ended Up Doing The Same Thing, In A Safer Place, In Gray Clothes Instead Of Black Ones.

And Then The Screaming Begins.

There Is Power In Controlling Something That Can Do So Much Damage - In Controlling Something, Period.

Someone Shouts, "enough!" And I Think Too Much And Nothing At All.

It's Strange How Time Can Make A Place Shrink, Make Its Strangeness Ordinary.