I just listen to the wind These old and tired branches Calling through the trees A whispering in my bones I call that quiet cold my home...

Moon-dripped reflections Fallen from favor The weight on these shoulders Still gazing at navels Plucking at strings In ivory chambers, I...

The Rock Echoes of this piecemeal thunder Crushing clanking gears of stone Unwieldy chains like words unspoken The ungodly strong...