-
not for lack of wanting
-
over the abyss Regret breaks water, smirking.
-
As between forever, and the light now fallen. The willed
-
For what are space and time but the inventions
-
burning so brightly it appears like glass. What
-
her heart needs its hidden spark, but the man shows
-
What more can we ask
-
and I among fields of speech,
-
Forget the fair, unfortunate
-
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.