i cross the linenand see a face that can't be minenthrough a long long nightnto find a place where we all thrivenwhere every frail thing can survivenwhere we can live this dream of lifennin a dim blue lightnshe saw his eyes give up the fightna hand finds minentraces answers on my spinenfrom malignant to benignnin the midnight smell of pinennwalk, walk, further than you'll ever knownwalk, walk, into the snownna great divideni didn't know her best friend diedndrawn in black-light chalknher ankles tied in flower stalksnwe need a place where we can talknjust need a place where we can talknninto our handkerchiefsninto both our handkerchiefsninto our handkerchiefsninto both our handkerchiefsnwalk, walk into the snow