shareTo have a secretIs impossible. It diesWhen it is made.But give meYour knowledgeAnd I will cover it In diamond silenceTo last forever.
wiltedAt the tip of his thumbsthe beat of his bloodkept him awake past the stars and setting moon.His fingers rested aroundthe metal vase whichvibrated his pulse to thewater and lilies.They will drink and they will wilt and his pulse will endat the tip of his thumbs.
rebootI was told my computer crashedJust a quarter mile pastExit 160 on the Garden State Parkway;It was the pop-ups that blocked his view.I was told he was (Not Responding).But now I knowMy computer never crashed,Because I just received theEZ Pass bill.
while i was youngand i borrowedtrinkets from everybest friend (someday ill give them back)to remind myexhausted handsthat those bitsof thought and careexisted