"We hide behind sheets of words and sometimes find comfort on wearing them proudly. I have unbowed my bloody head with the things I have killed and revered what I have immortalized. I will continue to shield, maim, murder, pine, ponder and slave over the very words that force itself out of my body but leave its hand clutched on my still beating heart."
In that same desert, by midnight your song came in loud flapping wings. I remain fetal to the ground, waiting to hear god's heartbeat drumming on shifting sand. Your fingers cupped me into a G-clef. My piano embrace.
