There Is No Such Thing As A

It Was Just Enough To Sit There Without Words.

Love. The Black Hook. The Spear Singing Through The Mind.

You See I Thought Love Got Easier Over The Years So It Didn't Hurt So Bad When It Hurt, Or Feel So Good When It Felt Good. I Thought It Smoothed Out And Old People Hardly Noticed It. I Thought It Curled Up And Died, I Guess. Now I Saw It Rear Up Like A Whip And Lash.

We Passed Over In A Sweep Of Sorrow That Would Persist Into Our Small Forever. We Just Keep Going.

Your Life Feels Different On You, Once You Greet Death And Understand Your Heart's Position.