Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning.

I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.

Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness