patience
it's wearing thin
I wish I could shed
this sickly sickly skin
i wish I could remove
this cut out heart made of tin
and place therein
light upon light upon light
and the highlands beckons
the outback too
flashback friday
my, it's strange how you
both got in touch on that same day,
and I'm still there now
January the first, but my thirst
-has increased ten-fold-
to turn dust to gold
the alchemy of life/ still goes untold
