While I laid awake in bed, My feet trod synapse paths Toward the stone circles of Neolithic rituals of grief That I could not touch...

I would behold your beauty, Your light and the ones you believed And the plight and trail of deceit And your dependencies. I'd stroke...

I can go back in time And hang in the squid ink sky And watch the scene Like smoke, the unfurling nightmare I can go back and repeat A...