Time
The lonely red line
- and all that is mine
I showed you

Love
Is it ever enough?
To keep you from crying
Keep you from crime?

Prayer
The pale wooden stair
Is there anything there
- to prey on?

And life
If it holds how it binds
Then all that you find there
Is sacred and yours

Birth
For all that it’s worth
- is too often a curse
- and very forgetful

A child
Awoke in the wilderness
His beauty defiled
- and his little hands shaking

Purity
- and innocence remember me
When I corrupt
When I’m your disruption

Disguise
All the things people do to get by
All the things they rely on
- to avoid being themselves

Signs
- and what would they say
If shows their own way
- away from the hands that design them?

Desire
A woman on a fire
Makes you feel so alive
- and then asks your resistance

And In death
On the ovary steps
Appears your last breath
As half a word in ‘armony

Belief
The final fig leaf
A bird on a steeple
A dark cloud catching
A man hanging naked