I see the beautyAll around me I see itThe polished faces.

Beth from accountingis just sitting in her careating spaghetti.

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

She is the light,at the end of this endless tunnel.

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.

This autumn-why am I growing old?Bird disappearing among clouds.

If this were real life,Ed would have looked at her neck-bite, dead, burp, credits.