Only I Keep Wishing I Could Think

On And On We Seal The Pages With Salt Water And Promises To Live Well To Make Their Deaths Count.

Just One More Thing. I Kill Snow.

Let Them Go, I Tell Myself. Say Good-bye And Forget Them. I Do My Best, Thinking Of Them One By One, Releasing Them Like Birds From The Protective Cages Inside Me, Locking The Doors Against Their Return.

As Coal Pressured Into Pearls By Our Weighty Existence. Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

Flight Is Essential, But I Can't Let My Fear Show.