Where have I been  For Spine chilling dreams crossed our way  Almost too late  Nothing is safe from woe and agony    This breakdown of thoughts  Was a wing beat for me  A turning point  in my confusing diary    Sometimes I concealed my desperation  behind a thin vein of coolness  Soulnerves were crying like torrents unseen  Moments undone tied to the run  Maybe your sun shone quite dead    Why do you fear the wounds  Of your clandestine past  How could we measure  our queer-ticking hearts without mind    At night we are birds...at rustling night  At night I won't pass away...at monday night    Unseemly expectations burned in my head  Falcon-corpses flew above me but I still feel  All the soars, all the thorns,  all the years of mute reproach  Weeping tables, vacant chairs  Withered time won't bloom again everyday    Read my calm letters  and you'll understand this pain  Bleary-eyed ghost life is our host  Don't go to sleep while I'm down