December 7, 2002
Project a part of me into a segment of another moment. See if it lasts? Call the blue sky to deliver the visionary experience. And taste the flight of the butterfly, flapping it's wings as though the music has stopped. Look around at the honey oozing into brains, causing dreams to kiss at night. The lights flash! For a split second I am able to observe your smile. For a revealing instant the veil had been removed. I was changing skin again. Born with a beard, my eyes burn brightly. Oh how i long to cut you with my tongue!