"Jack went out one stormy day
To see where his feet would go
They took him from his sleeping town
Across land both high and low..."Maps In Her Wrists And Arms
"In the tent of powder and lace
Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand
Longing to decay
Waits to hear the sound..."Midnight Garden
"I see it fall, I watch it fall, I let it die
No anguish just the happiness shows, on the brow
Look from these hidden angles
an unknown language prowls..."|
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