"Rushin' rivers, thread so thin, limitation Dreams with the flying pigs, turbin blue and the drugstores too Safe in their coats and in their do's Yeah, smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots One day maybe one day One day she'll be her own." --Tori Amos
What price is word... The weight of soul? Well spoken, For make believe.
Five self me (spirit - sword - love - sex - mind) Lives past the hour of knife.
The time of our lives Is now. Losing track Innards of clocks.
Pause -momentarily- A Prayer.
Articulation trapped. Memory of a kiss. You said, "Walk through the fire With me." The climax of her number. Chist-like, So young at thirty three.