You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.
The Edge of NeverWith my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
Visions of a Skylark Dressed in BlackIf I breathe, what will my heart think? If I vomit, what will my soul think?
Notes on the Mosquito: Selected Poems