w h o
b l a t h e s
blueberries for you
n'oubliezpas
i_​have_​flamed_​with_​love
hte_​child_​with_​the_​white_​idea_​of_​swans
what_​comes_​forth_​from_​a_​dead_​hand
the_​stars_​that_​are_​you
light_​has_​died_​out_​of_​your_​skies
all_​is_​silent_​underneath
a_​motive_​and_​cue_​for_​passion
struck_​so_​to_​the_​soul
grown_​to_​what_​it_​fed_​on
i_​was_​the_​more_​deceived
thinking_​makes_​it_​so
with_​what_​i_​don't_​know
beneath_​the_​opinion
that_​undiscovered_​country
crawling_​between_​earth_​and_​heaven
lose_​the_​name_​of_​action
a_​man_​who_​is_​not_​passion's_​slave
bad_​with_​faces_​good_​with_​names
lion_​faced_​tenacity
some_​of_​us_​will_​never_​sleep_​again
fearless_​sensations_​you_​thought_​dead
fragments_​like_​holy_​relics
presently_​they_​have_​proclaimed
so_​fragile_​its_​individual_​performers
hard_​blue_​veins_​in_​the_​wrist
a_​tearful_​gaze_​turns_​away
in_​the_​absence_​of_​human_​touch
a_​rare_​mood_​of_​wanting_​to_​please
a_​glimpse_​of_​something_​heartening
even_​if_​it_​flickers
timeless_​purity_​and_​modern_​details
glass_​to_​glass
be_​generous_​with_​your_​eye
when_​the_​leaf_​fell
in_​the_​gallery
c_​_​_​_​a_​_​r_​_​a_​_​_​_​_​_​n_​_​u_​_​_​s_​_​a
the_​one_​legged_​man_​sings_​carols
the_​one_​legged_​man_​returns
the_​one_​legged_​man_​leaves
swimming_​in_​the_​asphalt_​river
when_​you_​asked
in_​the_​morning_​of_​our_​youth
written_​o_​n_​t_​h_​e_​skin
you_​on_​top_​of_​me
i_​have_​not_​feet
soaked_​to_​the_​skin