Lately, you've been in my dreams.

In some I want to kill you,
Rant, rail, hiss, and cry in your ear.

In some I want to kiss you,
Never release your arms
That keep me in that warm embrace.
The gentle pressure more secure
Than the deepest roots of the tallest tree,
More firm than diamond glittering cold.

Is this love?
In wholeness, light and dark,
Conscious and unconscious,
Passion bound with hate.



that i need more sleep?

- February 6, 2003




This is autobiographical, and perhaps you would think that the end ruins the mood, but it really is how I've been approachinging it.  First the seriousness, the overanalyzing, and then I tell myself that I'm just being silly.