little grey things hung weakly within trust and 
understanding have let me down again. surrendered, "oh, 
you blackness, i'll unfold my arms, and then you can take 
all of this." the ocean of love is salted with 
misfortune. the quilt of content, sewn with humanness. 
i'd say this air were empty, and that'd sound so sad, but 
this air is huge and wide, and filled with engravings. 
floating like ash. sad reminders spread far and wide, so 
i can never breathe again with out remembering. little 
grey things lapping jerkily down at me divide trust and 
understanding. God, let there be something some where.