Don’t tell anyone how you feel You might just ruin their perfect day God forbid Don’t confide in the people you trust They might take everything you say And use it against you I am a container of blackmail ready to ruin my life I am a human wrecking ball ready to destroy everything I am I am Darwin’s Theory of Natural Selection in full effect Don’t even think about going to sleep You might have a bad dream again And again and again They poured gasoline on your head Lit a match and burned you to death She took a scalpel and sliced your leg Didn’t stop until she saw red He took you into his bedroom at night Now all you see is white ceiling light Or was it green carpers on the steps The feeling of hands on your back Traveling to somewhere bad Obliterating what you had And the good times just fade to black While the bad times always stay intact Floating while all your friends dance Consumed by a time long passed And when you go home at last Maybe this time you’ll try again To bring the end But don’t you leave to soon, my friend Because I’m not finished with you yet You may be broken, I see that, yes But if this world is going to burn I want you to be here for it I want you to see the end Meteorite impact Smiling at the fact That everything that’s bad and good is done The final conclusion for everyone And when your tears fall for the last time I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine

Give me motion under the garden windowsill Give me motion in your mouth The leper mixed the honey with his own hand Flies, maggots and bees all around the trash can Took turns taking a taste

Sitting on the hard asphalt walkway While workers inside slaving away I sat there without a worry in mind Staring at the sky I leaned back and rested my head against the ground Pain on the back and in my temples But I stayed around I saw two red lights going on and off in the distance Signaling airplanes to not crash into it I threw away what I knew And thought that it was you In your red truck Flying in the sky to come see me But you didn’t It wasn’t you You never did It wasn’t true Red tower truck light Red truck tower light Please, say goodbye

Is lying in bed all day such a bad thing or will I waste away? The winds that blew around the hills have all gone from white to a sullen gray I have no nerve endings to speak of My neurons have packed their bags It’s 5 o’clock behind my frontal lobe Everyone wants to go Until they realize what’s waiting at home Does a nice warm bed make up for The indigo markings on my rotary phone?

Daniel aloe vera climbs the fence gate Flying lotus, barbell mirrors are hard to escape But we will anticipate the year of the monkey and a twisted fate Of shameful dreams and porn magazine waste

I am a boy who never learned how to dress like a girl But I know how to dress like a girl Mannequin museum girl Mannequin museum girl Let’s partake in this dismembering of our genitalia I know how to cut it off Will you let me? Mannequin museum boy Mannequin museum boy

There’s a man in the garden outside Darker skies Falls away and then declines Fingers filled with putrid pus Semen strands and sticky stuff That came from our quiet coming Through the ceiling and into nothing Queer little nothing, why do you cower? Nowhere to run inside this tower Nonsense pouring from your mouth Mammoth tusks and terrible droughts Draining brainstems from your head The hails of holy half-hanging men Making mothers cry for others Ostracizing careful daughters Don’t forget about your sons Fucking almost everyone And getting fucked by the ones you love Learning of what had been done Feeding frenzy in the garden hedge Grasshoppers form from every edge Eating skin and easing sorrow We’ll find peace, maybe tomorrow

A dainty daffodil drowning in the fire A lustful and lamenting liar I’ll take this hammer I’ll take this piece of wire Bash the brains in for the baby Hang him from his higher station Free the feeling from your face And spread sincerity in space Undo the ugly from your grace And give to God your pounding peace I see an island in my dream Sinking into the sea Don’t drown with it You will see what I mean When the dead men sing

Do you want to join the parade? It’s growing and shrinking day after day You can be in the front, you can be in the back But the fact is you’re in the parade And we are going to feel ok some day

Carry me home, carry me home Leave me alone, leave me alone Create me strong, create me same Like an insect that floats towards the sunlight You were the moth, and I was the flame

Underslide, backslide Underslide, backslide Hunger feeds the beast Danger feeds the machine I walk in loose shirts I wave in loose pants Can’t find my skin I’m always so covered

The frame where I put my polaroids is empty The frame where I put my polaroids is empty The tape that I hung my polaroids on the wall is no longer sticking The heart where I hid my polaroids is not beating anymore And if I found the Paul Dano rearrangement I was needing I would lay down on the floor and continue bleeding Until there was nothing left to bleed

Cold air coming through the skylight again Carbon monoxide at our feet Was that cold air or was it your breath from underneath? Stand up tall, don’t fall to the floor If you do you will not be awake anymore

Sunshine seems so simple when you’re just thirteen But life let on and it got a more muddled meaning Cracks in my ceramic rabbit It could be the start of something dangerous and destroying All around me are candles, they aren’t even shining You know that it’s bad when you wake up and you’re dying

Gloria, my dear, you’re fading Without even hesitating You snap at everyone And let the eggs run You are fading Gloria, my family, you’re fading Like a bird always creating Forgetting and foreboding Feeling like you’re caving You are fading Gloria, my love, you’re fading Without any meaning I’m trying to figure out why We find the time to die You are fading

Wires expanding the couch with the living Hands on his shoulders for the expecting Ceiling is slanted, asking a question Maybe he’ll say yes and then it happened Opened a lighthouse, the bright and the church mouse No one to tell to, nothing to talk about The skin separating, another debating Under the cloth the world is evading Fire and brainstems snap at the sewed hems Hungry for anger, attack when the day ends Night goes forever, alone all together Maybe he’ll touch me or maybe never

Fifty bodies into the Hudson Harbor Oh, what a day The cigar smoke soaked seat covers What can I say? I am a loose bolt in an overheating engine I could cause chaos in just one second I am the unkept child

Another handful of ibuprofen Another handful of cuts to the stomach We count our lucky stars like in grade school We speak to each other like honeybees Another handful of holes to the feet

Do you remember when a crow looked at you And then you told me you wouldn’t know what to do if I died? Do you still feel the same? Do crows still call your name? Do the moments I feel good outweigh the ones where I feel bad? And if they do, is the good even worth the trouble? Because no matter how hard I try I end up feeling terrible inside It’s all empty and cold

What does it mean to not see and believe? How can I believe what I cannot see? Knees bent in pure dedicated prayer Paint chipping off the figures layer by layer Light bouncing off your ceramic face And an undeniable love filling this place If you knew half of the things I have done I don’t think you’d believe in me anymore What does it mean to be ok and alive? How can I be alive and ok at the same time? If I hold on long enough to what I was taught Maybe my faith will finally pay off But when I look into the eyes of God I don’t think he’d like what he saw If you knew every bad thing I have ever done I don’t think you’d say I’ve been a good son Purple lilies on the white water for you I can see your reflection Purple lilies floating on the bright white water just for you

A black mouth with sharp teeth Slowly inches onto the screen Moves towards my body And feeds on my fleshy seams Rotting pieces of rancid meat A feast for something better than me Beast be still, eating me Beast be careful, I can kill Beast be wary, beast be calm I will not last very long

I didn’t want to save you I just wanted to love But the ones I came to love Were the ones who needed to be saved It made sense that they all caved

Candle on the mantle Sprout legs and walk Come up to the body on the couch Climb up to my eyes and crawl right inside Light the wick that has become dry

Ophelia Partridge and her kids Would jump from the corners And all that she did Was not enough to save them They fell to their grave They could not be saved And the kids landed, and Ophelia wailed Until her tears piled up in her pail She poured the liquid into the garden And waited for those babies to be born again She tried to hold the next ones tighter She tried to kill the town’s own coroner Anything to prevent their deaths And then they jumped from the corners again Dead communist, the communist daughter Laying there just for your mother You grew up and blamed yourself You grew up and blamed yourself

The fireplace is burnt out and the firewood’s gone away The growing cold is coming back and it’s forcing a painful change I comfort you and say at least we have each other in the pain But we grit our teeth knowing that the honeymoon phase is starting to fade

The cat is giving me a stare Always lived with raised hairs Adrenaline rush to the head Not even in this house can the animals sleep Their eyes are always open What did you do when you were two? Can you remember? What did you do when you were three? What happened to your memory? And it’s a sick kind of remembering Nothing is a string Nothing is certainty Nothing is for me The cat is now colliding With the stars on the ceiling Adrenaline rush to the heart Windows and attic doors are tearing apart Their mouths are always open What did you say when you were four? Can you remember? What did you do when you were nine? Will it happen again? And it’s a sick kind of avoiding Nothing is a string Nothing is certainty Nothing is for me And one day it will all align It won’t be fine But it will be a string It will be certainty It will be for you It will be for me It will be a string

When I lie awake at night I try to calm my mind Of the things that make me afraid to think and bring about the morning light It makes me scared of what is there What could be there And what’s not there There’s a red rotary phone sitting unplugged on my bedside table Every night a man sneaks into my room, plugs it in, dials a number and lets what is on the other side listen to me sleeping And they take notes of everything, the lamps and mirrors They replace it all, including me My brainstem and my eardrums My fingers and my heartbeat

Friends, family, gather around the oak tree Come alone, let me tell you about the dream I was in my bed made of beams Light and love and everything clean I was shaking all my strings Sorrow and suffering things Friends, family, gather around the oak tree Don’t cry, don’t speak, this is just a dream I fell into needles and seams Laces looming, forming around me I fell into what I couldn’t mean Fire and fingers entering me Friends, family, gather around the oak tree We need just one day of knowledge and knowing Oh, my son What will become of what has been done? Oh, my son What will become of what can’t be undone? I can’t sleep anymore with these dreams Dirty and drenched in gloomy gleams I can’t be awake anymore with these dreams Dirty and drenched in gloomy gleams Friends, family, see the tree crumbling It’s dying, it’s dying And it is more than a dream

It just repeats with a rabbit’s call Pulls me to the ledge where I will fall The voice is there, and it has no drop The paranoia doesn’t stop I must make my own end With time the wounds will mend There’s no peace here Holes full of unrelenting fear And when I leave will it matter? The house shakes, there’s a clatter The rabbit has come for me To cast me out to the sea When he grabs me, there’s a silence And it just stops

And I took a letter from you Diced the pages in two What a shame, what a shame I’m replacing you with something new I don’t know where you are or if you’re still alive But I hope you’re living and alive and happy and well I want to talk all the things and memories I own And burn them in the front yard for all the neighborhood to see A night, so the fire can glow bright, rise high And let me open away Indigo markings covered my rotary phone I don’t want to be a joke to you

I had a dream last night that you were alive And that the notion that you died was just a mistake But now I’m awake And we’re cleaning out your house that you filled with so much stuff for years I had to chisel away the ice that built up in your old freezer Old clothes, cleaning supplies, dead mealworms I wish I could’ve said goodbye But you died in your sleep Easter night The body in that casket does not look like you That was not you I don’t want to cry over a mannequin that vaguely resembles your image And I don’t want to cry over the words a priest speaks at your burial There was no funeral There was a virus All the churches were closed I want to cry for something that counts But I haven’t been able to cry for years And if this can’t make me cry Then I don’t know what will I don’t know what to do

Square sings softly to me Edges equally rough to see If I carve out the corners And bump out the borders Maybe they’ll stop before they leave

Oh, evening time, and the bark that yields incredible warmth for the night I’ve longed for that bright that spreads over from the sparks inside Ever since the tsunami took over and washed right out the pilot light There’s rough paint and wallpaper peeling off everywhere, but I don’t mind Because the one thing that makes me feel alive is pure disintegration

How do you get into that skin of yours every day and make the wind wave so flawlessly? How do you make the birds sing so softly and build their nests like a banister dream? I want to see like you do I want to be like you How do you make the sky sing so silently and make the clouds dance like a dowry? How do you find the time to survive and still make my heart skip a beat every time I see your eyes? I want to be beside you I want to be like you

Today we went to the farmer’s market To get some fresh greens and flowers I could feel every stern look Every fiber of your power Over my head it goes Through the tundra and then nobody knows Over the Hudson it goes Into a hole where the wind never blows

When the livestock bring upon their triumph The seasons change in time And you gaze at me inside When the seasons change They bring no pain And I find you inside When the levees break And the water wakes Hold your hand in mine John Darnielle can’t save us now Teague Cullen can’t save us now Jeff Mangum can’t save us now Sean Bonnette can’t save us now No one can save us now but ourselves

And I stuck a fork in the electrical socket just to see if I could feel I will never drink beer I will never kill you, deer I will never vote for the sea I will not live past my 18th birthday

In and out of hospital rooms And begging the pills to work right soon I’m flying through therapists like a peregrine And hoping the ones who help don’t leave I’m calling on my better senses to arms And praying that my will to live is good and strong But everyone I look to is a friend I will hurt So tuck away into the dark and decompose like dirt I see an endless sea But I know in a way the pain will dissolve away I see the dawning of the day I see an endless sea But I know in a way the pain will flow away I see a crucible full of flames I see a cicada on the walkway

Together forever for fortune and fame But ten years later you forgot my name I’d like to see your pretty eyes, my friend But the mind that met between us said never again Ghosts speak in tongues between your teeth And I saw the skeleton from beneath You wore your demons like an invisible scarf Come out, come out wherever you are

It’s the middle of winter here. We stand at the end of the vacant parking lot gazing out into the dark translucent nothing as the lake freezes our cheeks raw. I spot a row of pine trees at the far end of the field and fear what lies beyond. I’m hoping you don’t feel the same. But this is how our lives exist. I know how your tongue moves and how it has moved many times before. So, I know how you feel. I know you fear the same. And as we stand and hold our hands, we let the desolate silence comfort us like a blanket of bile. We stay quiet. We embrace the cold. We understand the stillness. We finally feel eternity for what it truly is. As seasons quickly change, winter ends, and we are soon thrusted back into the hot radiation. The feeling of fakeness and forgetting. I crumble under the microscope. You fall completely silent. The spyglass reveals all, and winter comes again.

There’s a place that I will go Where the water will flow Where the air blows smoothly Under a wire wrapped into me The trees sway in that wind And I’ll see my friends again Once we are all down there The birds will breath in our laughter We will sing, we will dance And I can feel with my own two hands No pain anymore, no worry anymore I have found that special land No pain anymore, no worry anymore I hope you will be there too That’s the place that I will go

Snowmen in spring When I was just the age of 3 My Mom went up and left me Stuck to drinking alcohol from the gas station Pillars of white and snow sunscreen Snow angels in spring When I was 14 I took up drinking Went to the gas station and drank gallons of gasoline I knew my mother was watching She always told me I was a fireball cataclysming into everyone I ever loved Never meant to, never wanted to But now here words have become reality And now I’m stuck In the back of this pickup truck Rolling on and on and on forever

He bought a dog one day He took it to the backyard and bashed in its brains She bought a car one day She took it to the cliff and drove her worries away He bought a tie one day He tried to get a job but instead used it to hang She bought a pill one day She wanted life alone, so she swallowed everything He wanted to be a wonder She wanted to be a mother He wanted to make her spit She wanted him to give a shit He wanted to see her smile She wanted to set him on fire He wanted to hear her scream She wanted his everything You’ll need each other when you’re sober But you both will be busy hung over He wanted another dog All she could do was pray to God Shed your skins Shed your sins In the garden

And if I have to feel that rough sensation in my throat again I think I’m going to be sick I think I’m going to quit I think I’m going to finally stop these sacred traditions for good And you will never hear the end of it

When we went to the store for milk, bread, eggs and meat I knew the only aisle that could scare me Was the one that you always wanted to walk down When we went to the local art show to see the priceless works I knew the only place you would rather be Was the one place that didn’t include any thinking And you were so precious and good You went to bed crying for the world You were so pure and kind Your crutches were making you lose your mind

Lost in the age of control Lost in this strange world Lost in my own hell I am lost, not found I have been lost, never found

Give us all a moment to explain ourselves Give us a moment to grab hold Let’s talk this out now before you explode Before you let go Eyes bloodshot from the funeral Eyes aimed and bound for blood Try your best to throw the salt, but oh there he goes There he goes Punches so clean Ones I’ve only seen come from a ruptured spleen Words so sharp They cut straight through my broken heart Physical debates, mental fights Kittens, corpses and bears Oh my!

Hold my hand and hang on tight This world is a wondering wonderful sight I can keep you alone from it just for the night But in the magic of the morning Fortify full for a fantastic fight Cornwallis said that the battle is young We may have lost but in our hearts we won But what can I say to anyone That gave up in the moon And dug a hole straight through their bones? Take my life from me My life is hanging from the apple tree

Bullets flew into the air They were not coming down We waited by the landmines For that inevitable sound Of destruction, the clouds came They were not separating And the corners, they caved in And the ends disintegrating As we stared at the sky And looked for a conclusion The clouds seemed so peaceful Like a painted illusion Of deception, the birds flew No atmosphere to cut through Just a streamline of our lies Waiting to surface as we rise And you got no second try The waves will pull you by And drown you in time You got no second try

So many people around me seem to be at peace Seem to have found their silence Seem to have found contentness Seem to be so amazing But when will my beauty finally come? When will my beauty finally come to me? When will my beauty finally come into my soul? When will my beauty finally come down from the clouds? When will my beauty come to save me? When will that beauty come into everyone I love forever?

I’ve got a marble jar on the wall, and she speaks to me Tells me amazing things that you would not believe if you had the faintest idea I’ve got a million nightmares, and they speak to me Shows me sinister things that you would not even believe if it happened to you too She sells seashells by the seashore She sells snail shells by the seashore She sails sideways off the seafloor

I put my hand on the chipped up kitchen table And felt the sharp edges dig into my nails Some people say bad habits die with time But we believe they will never end They have grown stronger than our will Throwing rocks at power lines Feeding the dogs some wine I will be this way as long as you want me to I feel hands all over my naked body That harken back to an older time And if you would like to come over sometime You’d have to follow some rules I am a human fireball cataclysming into anything I find sincere And you feel hands all over your naked body Get some sleep, wake up in the morning The feeling may fade, it may grow stronger day by day But I promise the birds will always be there for you She likes the smell of gasoline Maybe she’ll like the taste too She likes the smell of gasoline She wants to taste it too But is it as sweet as the scene of a sunrise in Colorado?

At that moment I saw a few clementines fly into view And you were a button on a coat made of mildew I can cry like a raincloud and scream like a banshee But soon we will dance around like we have no feeling We have no fingers left on our hands We have no toes left on our feet Stubs of flesh and right left seeing Bones, sunlight and mardeegrawing At that moment I saw a nice icepick fly right through my eye, pierced my brainstem and then cold Nothing more to say when you took a hold I can fight like Casius Clay, and you knew the exact words to say But one day we will not be around So take me and demolish me into the ground We have no fingers left on our hands We have no toes left on our feet Stubs of strange and left right breathing Rows of pain and mardeegrawing

I’ve been looking at the distant shape of the back of your head for so many years I wish I could come alongside you, bit I don’t want to feel the fear I don’t want these thoughts to manifest today You take the kids with you, I’ll be way back here

Blood trickles down the side of freshly cultured flesh You take your time with me Tears trickle down the face of fearful bedroom walls You take everything from me And I am not coming back from this Your presence I will not miss Plastic glow in the dark pasted on the ceiling I stare at them for a while As you lay me down on the bed beside you I think about ending my life And I am never coming back again You ensured my demise, my end

Bitter morning air Black coffee for parental care Back when we could go our own way Brutal love in the form of a bear hug And a backhand in the evening When the sun goes down again No one knows in the daytime Dresses full of flowers For the neighbors to look upon Bruised cheeks, my head hurts Back to work, take another Don’t spill that coffee, daughter You’ll regret the day you were born

I hate living around these hospital walls, I’d rather be next to you Listening to all the words you sing and all the metaphors and phrases you choose Let me show you the places I go when I’m feeling down and blue And I’d be happy to walk next to you and see the places you go when you’re blue too Phoebe, my dear It’s been a long time since we’ve been here Closing the chasm but after the cataclysm All I feel is fear

Now there’s broken glass on the floor My heels push deeper and deeper But they won’t bleed anymore What is this feeling that’s come over us? What is this creature in the fire? What is this dead old soul container that Appears before me every night? I get uneasy when I speak I get uneasy when I try I get uneasy when I see those marks Burned right into your thighs I get uneasy when I fall asleep I get uneasy when I wake I get uneasy when you say your life Is what you really want to take Then I get helpless

When I walk the dog his flesh falls off in chunks When I look out the window the dog walks itself Across the street, across the lawn Disappears when I look away, disappears all at once And I can see Jupiter from here It’s closer than we thought Stars falling into lunacy A mind already lost When I walk in the dark I get really scared When I stand in the dark, I’m afraid of who’s there Across the room, across the hall Disappears when it emerges, disappears all at once And I can see the moon from here It’s so much closer than we thought When you come at me again I’ll already be gone

Remember all of the times You tried to steer the ship With the plastic playground steering wheel Coursing through the galaxies Through the mighty seven seas Through anything that came your way And the drive to St. Gregory Church Was as cold as I remember Remember all of the times You tried to fly to Jupiter With the wooden swing set in the backyard Gaining new kinds of altitude Going higher and higher Until your frail stomach would drop And the drive to St. Gregory Church Was as cold and bitter as I remember Remember all the times When remembering fails you When memories don’t exist anymore Remember all the times When nostalgia fails you When all you crave is mental warmth Remember all the times You tried to fight the bad guys That beat up every inch of your brain With swords and guns With weapons of mass destruction Hoping they all go away Maybe the will, but not today And the drive to St. Gregory Church Was as bitter and cold as I remember

Open wide for the new day is dawning And you are here blissfully humming And I hear every note, I hear every falter In bright white lines spread across the wide blue sky Hear me, hear me One day I will not be around Hear me, hear me now Three cheers for the forgetful habits That allow you and I to forgive what happens I am breaking with my own two hands And you are breaking necks of newborn lambs Hear it, hear it The screams of the damned Hear me, hear me never again

Is death real or is it just the next step? A concept to an end where the world is not Where will we go, or will we just stop? I think the car needs a fix before we drop it off

I will pay you 30 dollars to come up behind and grab my shoulders What a surprise I need a reason to cry My windows are bare and dry I’m pathetic, I’m shy I need reassurance every minute of the night That I am worthy enough not to die I wish I could cry Why do I deserve to live When they are chosen to die I wish it could have been my life That ended in a slow burning fire Just so they could be alive Happy and free and flying high

Under molten rock and lava Glass shard covered cobblestone Under the cobblestone An obsidian surface layer Inside, a balloon Expanding, expanding, expanding Infinitely expanding Pressing forever When will it go?

You reached right into me, you found the dream You look all around, you sensed a terrible sound You waved over the window; you slammed it shut You made a movie; you were bleeding from above And that is not love You thought you were alone, you sat upon your treetop throne Old is for the others, and love is for the lonely you said But just because no one is around you Does not mean no one is thinking madly about you And that is love

When I hold you I feel sandpaper No red light towers Just hollow caves where we try to settle for the night And in campfire dull light I feel the bare warmth on my coarse skin like yours And now the night is done The silhouette man has won

Hundreds of hourglasses laid around the wild thousands I never knew they were so vast So haunting, so precise, so demanding They counted down one-by-one And once they hit they exploded in colors I didn’t even know existed And the color I knew was dark blue

The thick ivy climbs the cobblestone up to Whatever flies out of your chimney Sulfur, oxycodone Oh God, I pray I never see your face again Or that house again Or the overgrown garden full of weeds And that little mouse figurine It’s a sickening kind of sadness One where you know you will never bounce back again

Oh, is that you distant blue? My love collapsing into view Beautiful and new Just like they were before they met you Oh, is that you vacant podium? Empty heart, lonely stadium No leader at all Just like they were after they met you Oh, is that you Sun Tzu? Sailing through the crowds like a statue Bearing the fall for yourself and for all Building and beginning again Just like we were before we gave in And then reincarnation

There’s a bright white light bursting from your beautiful blue eyes That brings you through your days And all the evil inside that could ever find Just up, up, upped and awayed Your petals and vines pulled at my heartstrings all night It gave me a will to wave And when the dawn decides to lay waste with its might Your colors transformed to gray Until your mother showed you where to lay And then the bright blue turned to waste There’s a sickly yellow slime pouring out from all your pores That shows something has changed But your blue wings unfurled as your cataracts took control I saw what you wouldn’t say And the darkness was crawling into the crawlspace of our brains A sickly little seed was placed And your body took the only thing that I ever loved in this world It killed it, my sweet May Until your father found you on the floorboards And used the remains just a little more There’s nothing inside or behind those vacant dead eyes The ones that used to sway Now I sit on broken glass, just hoping the feeling will last Until you come back to me, my sweet May

Seagulls on the beach last December with you We wanted to fly away with them off into that cold view But you were so centered to the things you left behind I looked up, you looked to the west I opened my eyes, you wished for death And what can you do when there’s no stars in the sky? Just look at the blue, the black and the white

The Russel Stover chocolates you got for us last week were still on the table but not as sweet There was a rat skeleton dead in the trap, and I thought about you

Oh, leaving An inevitable cleansing of the premises Oh, dreaming They wish it wouldn’t happen anymore

A ceramic rabbit followed me home in a winter storm A colorful red forest ignites in a winter storm A songless misery wandered through a winter storm A piece of mangled paper blew through a winter storm You broke off into 244 pieces Picking them up and dragging them along through the darkness No one called, no one cried, no one wondered, no one saw the end And then again, all at once, I saw her And she said to me…