It was the year the crows and the locusts came. The fields drank dry the rain. The fields are bleeding. . Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright. She puts some water on the wound.
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,. I can only conclude that I was not made for here. If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,.
Before a neon night's lighting. I'm right beside you. The fire in motion. The fire in motion. . The desert sun sinking. Sleepy and low. But we're just waking.