He climbed a telephone pole first;next, a cell phone tower,because he'd heard of ancient saintswho ... [+]
She, a wayward rock comes flying through the vault of heaven crashing into you. You are struck, captivated by the impact, and before you can even flicker a piece of you is gone. Her, love is an arrant thief in the night forever, in your orbit forever, summoning your waves forever, yours.