March 7, 2005
Hand in hand our love was so prodigious
Upon the prow I've been writing screeds
Missing ephemeral walks shape dolorous needs
Tearfalls compact my
face like frozen rains
Contemplating reasons swear upon freightrains
Was I really the propagator or was it a dream?
Are things as malign
as they seem?
Storytellers pace these frozen lakes
If this is despair then snakes await
Until the end when the cold
Silverman, Swordsman, Fisherman know the pain
All and all we're all the same