no one can guarantee,no one can assure,no one can seal the truthof what is written in endless verses. echo, echo, echo,who said this?who wrote this?who will read this? a word that returns,a word that dies,a word that insists effortlessly,a word that...

echo, echo, echo,a word that returns, a word that dies,a word that insists effortlessly,a word that repeats itself like a sob. game, game, game,fire, fire, fire,a slow, almost morbid circle,a circle that doesn't close,a circle that consumes. there is a deep...

in my waiting time I think of youpure beauty and longingwistful understanding to desireyour western drawl remindeds me of summermy passion stirred and I feel the pangs againto go down south and meet you barefoot in the grassmy soul...

I wonder, after all these years,If she still considers herself luckyTo have landed a fishOf such colour and tenacity.Or,Does she now only seeFaded beautySans scales, sans colour, sans vitalityYet still attached to her hook?I ask myself the same questions...