"I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels" PSALM 22:14

Tell them i'm not gone, i can breathe, yet i can't see, i'm still here, still waiting.

THE SHELL TURNS YET NO PEARL CLAIMS A NAME,NEITHER THEIRS, NOR MINE, AND STILL THE SILENCE SWEARS TO GODLESS ECHOES.:

It carved my breath into the frost on the cellar door. Now it watches from the rust in the pipes, mouthing syllables that itch beneath my skin.

  • Glass moon beneath the furnace root
  • Third bell rings where shadows forget
  • A key without teeth hums in the hollow

3/24/2008