∆->□->☆

a pain in head, separated from body

the house is empty, cold at noon

why has the light gone out, I don't remember when 

limits reaching towards each other

...the one who creates, out of whom is created, and who is in creation?

the last hour is also in our bed 

and the youngest child passed over coffin

among the purple primrose waiting to be born

to be born is to wait, but to die is to join 

...and the one who waits on death, lives past the hour.  

 SHUT UP shut up (get out of my face)

in a dream he suffered of age and waste

an image put him out of his misery 

but what we're looking for is mercy

...maawa ka, maawa ka sa amin