You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
I have prayed – it is not my survival
Alone I pray for that would make no sense –
I am joined...
All that live are lamed in soul
So I’m no freak but one of many
Stumbling, half out of control...
