| Recovery psalms and four night dreams Love is not a burning it is a drowning a dump to shore to a second ocean for recovery psalms four night dreams and arms wrapped around yourself resurrection shuffle along courage roads and we love, again i hated your guts last night i wished you to be a pig to sit in your filth as I recline amid the finest textures and soft wild grasses coming past the cherries to the grand castle when the chill lays upon us my arms shake out cold shawls and ready them for warmth i hold a key very close to me grafted to my chest shalome � 2005 |