If The Body Is A Temple, Then

If The Moon Smiled, She Would Resemble You. You Leave The Same Impression Of Something Beautiful, But Annihilating.

I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like A Rare Organ

I Am Too Pure For You Or Anyone.

Here I Am, A Bundle Of Past Recollections And Future Dreams, Knotted Up In A Reasonably Attractive Bundle Of Flesh. I Remember What This Flesh Has Gone Through; I Dream Of What It May Go Through.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.